Sorrow Quotes - Page 11

God's gift to his sorrowing creatures is a joy worthy of their destiny.

Never let anything so fill you with sorrow as to make you forget the joy of Christ risen.

Hard by the church stood the public house; so often the two are closely conjoined, honorably sharing both joys and sorrows.

Only tears can understand the joy of sorrow.

Do whatever you do joyfully, because discipline - the true meaning of the word - is characterized by doing something with joy. Even the little things: see them as an opportunity, a blessing, a meditation, as spiritual practice. Then, even if it's difficult, it will be good. If you use hardships in a proper way, they can even bring peace

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

Ah, cruel fate, how swiftly joy and sorrow alternate!

To laugh continually is to never laugh at all. For it takes the periodic sound of sorrow from which to distinguish the sound of joy.

The possibilities were endless. Battles would be fought. Wonders revealed. Many journeys. Many lands. Many joys. Many sorrows.

But stories all...

Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. ("Jane Brown's Body")

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien

So long as there is death there will be sorrow, and so long as there is sorrow it can be no part of the duty of human beings to increase its amount, in spite of the fact that a few rare spirits know how to transmute it.

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you’d live to be a hundred years old. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that you were ashamed of me.

He who puts off the light of another had sown the seed of darkness into his own future.

Squiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?'

'Oh, rather!'

'What do you do about it?'

'I generally take a couple of cocktails.

...the heart has no tears to give,-it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

Sorrow on another's face often looks like coldness, bitterness, resentment, unfriendliness, apathy, disdain, or disinterest when it is in truth purely sadness.