Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and to the young, it comes with bitterest agony because it takes them unawares. I have had experience enough to know what I say.
Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.
Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.
The entire world is a witness to the phenomenon that sorrows keep away from the kindhearted and compassionate.
Our trials, our sorrows, and our grieves develop us.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
Let us remember that sorrow alone is the creator of great things.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.