How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can't - at least not in the moment.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
When you celebrate, it's something that happens as a group. But when you mourn, sorrow is something that you handle as an individual.
In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.
As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
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.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
We may thank God that we can feel pain and know sadness, for these are the human sentiments that constitute our glory as well as our grief.