My principal anguish, and the wellspring of all my joys and sorrows, has been the incessant merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.
The nature of anguish is translated into different forms.
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.
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.
Hmmm. I think a lot of people can write poems that are howls of anguish. I think I've probably written such things and then torn them up.
Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no soul to whom you can pour out your woes.
So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.
Whether you want to entertain or to provoke, to break hearts or reassure them, what you bring to your writing must consist of your longings and disappointments.
The tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.