Sorrow Quotes
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How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.
William Davenant
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The Christian faith makes it possible for us nobly to accept that which cannot be changed, and to meet disappointments and sorrow with an inner poise, and to absorb the most intense pain without abandoning our sense of hope.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Endurance is the free companion of Sorrow, and Patience her master.
H. P. Blavatsky
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Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.
William Gilmore Simms
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While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, Love, robed like sorrow, led me by the hand And taught my doubting heart to understand That which has puzzled all the human race.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.
Virginia Woolf
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She had heard Papa sing so many songs about the heart; the heart that was breaking - was aching - was dancing -was heavy laden - that leaped for joy - that was heavy in sorrow - that turned over - that stood still. She really believed the heart actually did those things.
Betty Smith
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Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow, "May the Past not seek to borrow From the Present without blame - Just one memory from its store, Ere it goes to come no more, Back the pathway that it came, whence it came?"
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
George Eliot
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If you will receive yourself in the fires of sorrow, God will make you nourishment for other people.
Oswald Chambers
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for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
William Shakespeare
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This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one's true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.
Farid al-Din Attar
