Sorrows Quotes
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Men ought to know that from the brain, and from the brain only, arise our pleasures, joy, laughter and jests, as well as our sorrows, pains, griefs, and tears.
Hippocrates -
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Saint Augustine
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Pleasures may turn a heart to stone, riches may make it callous, but sorrows cannot break it. Hearts live by being wounded.
Oscar Wilde -
Free will appears unfettered, deliberate; it is boundlessly free, wandering, the spirit. But fate is a necessity; unless we believe that world history is a dream-error, the unspeakable sorrows of mankind fantasies, and that we ourselves are but the toys of our fantasies. Fate is the boundless force of opposition against free will. Free will without fate is just as unthinkable as spirit without reality, good without evil. Only antithesis creates the quality.
Friedrich Nietzsche -
In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Henry Ward Beecher -
If certain women walk straight into adultery, there are many others who cling to numerous hopes, and commit sin only after wandering through a maze of sorrows.
Honore de Balzac -
The only thing to do with one's old sorrows is to tuck them up neatly in their shroud and turn one's face away from their grave towards what is coming next.
Elizabeth von Arnim -
Over my real sorrows I never weep.
Natalia Ginzburg
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Gentle time will heal our sorrows.
Sophocles -
At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always!
Marcel Proust -
The sorrows we imagine are more profound and inconsolable than real life leaves us time for.
Nan Fairbrother -
Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
Henry Ward Beecher -
Time passes cold and indifferent over us; it knows nothing of our joys or sorrows; it leads us with ice-cold hand deeper and deeper into the labyrinth.
Ludwig Tieck -
There are sorrows that are not painful, but are of the nature of some acids, and give piquancy and flavor to life.
Henry Ward Beecher
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In the rest of Nirvana all sorrows surcease: Only Buddha can guide to that city of Peace Whose inhabitants have the eternal release.
William R. Alger -
Just as a tree, though cut down, can grow again and again if its roots are undamaged and strong, in the same way if the roots of craving are not wholly uprooted sorrows will come again and again.
Gautama Buddha -
Small sorrows speak great ones are silent.
Seneca the Younger -
The sorrows of children are profound and unsuspected.
Nan Fairbrother -
My childhood was full of deep sorrows - colic, whooping-cough, dread of ghosts, hell, Satan, and a Deity in the sky who was angry when I ate too much plumcake.
George Eliot -
Though cares and sorrows e'er must come, Though heart be rent, I know that God will give me strength, When mine is spent.
Henry Ward Beecher
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With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.
Oscar Wilde -
Despite the litany of the sorrows of the city, we must believe in the ability of man to respond to the problems of his environment.
Carl Stokes -
Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
Henry Ward Beecher -
Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows.
Euripides