#sorrow

The worst sorrows in life are not in its losses and misfortunes, but its fears. ↗

— A. C. Benson

#life #losses #misfortunes #sorrows #worst

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#bitten #dogs #get #gods #humility

What is the life of man! Is it not to shift from side to side? From sorrow to sorrow? To button up one cause of vexation! And unbutton another! ↗

— Laurence Sterne

#button #cause #life #man #shift

The tortures of present death disturb him not, but the recollection of his fall, fills him with a holy sorrow. ↗

— John Strachan

#disturb #fall #fills #him #his

He that loves not his wife and children feeds a lioness at home, and broods a nest of sorrows. ↗

— Jeremy Taylor

#children #feeds #his #home #loves

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#find #found #i #joy #more

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times. ↗

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

#crown #happier #remembering #sorrow #times

How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness? - from the covenant of peace, a simile of sorrow? But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe's "Berenice"

#inspirational-quotes #interesting-quotes #sorrow #beauty

That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#cring #fables #greed #poverty #sorrow

grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#grief #mourning #poetry #sorrow #sisters