Zitat des Tages über Trauer / Sorrow:
Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.
I don't think any of us could predict Trump. Trump is the stuff of nightmares. But in talking to people, I knew there was a tremendous level of disaffection and anger and sorrow. I know people felt misrepresented and voiceless.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
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 have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow... that are the aftermath of war.
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.
National partition is a sorrow that touches all Koreans, but for me it is brought to the fore by unimaginable personal suffering.
The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in Heaven.
I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.
So that godly sorrow may be discerned by this train of graces wherewith it is accompanied, that worldly sorrow wants, at least in the truth of them, though it may have some shadows of them.
Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.
Your heart will be shattered by sorrow if you force it to live in tomorrow's ephemeral imagination - world instead of in today's eternal reality - now.
Partying is such sweet sorrow.
Humor reminds you, when you're flattened by sorrow, that you're still human.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow.
Great passions may give us a quickened sense of life, ecstasy and sorrow of love, the various forms of enthusiastic activity, disinterested or otherwise, which comes naturally to many of us.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can't - at least not in the moment.
I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
As this world was not intended to be a state of any great satisfaction or high enjoyment, so neither was it intended to be a mere scene of unhappiness and sorrow.
A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.
I believe the Negro blood counts, and counts to my advantage - though it has caused me at times a life of great humiliation and sorrow.
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?
The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.
There is one type of ideal woman very seldom described in poetry - the old maid, the woman whom sorrow or misfortune prevents from fulfilling her natural destiny.
Words will not be able to ever express how sorry I am for this, and I have profound regret and sorrow for the multitude of mistakes and harm I have caused.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.