It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation the sorrow... that are the aftermath of war.

The cure for sorrow is to learn something.

If we wait until our lives are free from sorrow or difficulty then we wait forever. And miss the entire point.

Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

Here bring your wounded hearts here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

I will indulge my sorrows and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Life has never been easy. Nor is it meant to be. It is a matter of being joyous in the face of sorrow.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

I have sometimes been wildly despairingly acutely miserable racked with sorrow but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Our trials our sorrows and our grieves develop us.

Truly it is in darkness that one finds the light so when we are in sorrow then this light is nearest of all to us.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.

We should feel sorrow but not sink under its oppression.

When sorrows come they come not single spies but in battalions.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.

Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows but only empties today of its strength.

Go forget me - why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go forget me - and tomorrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

Nobody understands another's sorrow and nobody another's joy.

Your joys and sorrows. You can never tell them. You cheapen the inside of yourself if you do tell them.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds in the distance they look black over our heads scarcely gray.