He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Tear man out of his outward circumstances; and what he then is; that only is he.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
Next to a battle lost, the greatest misery is a battle gained.
Misery is almost always the result of thinking.
My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.
Godly sorrow is a gift of the Spirit. It is a deep realization that our actions have offended our Father and our God. It is the sharp and keen awareness that our behavior caused the Savior, He who knew no sin, even the greatest of all, to endure agony and suffering.
Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.
So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.
With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.