#sorrow

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair. ↗

— Joseph Addison

#despair #fury #give #i #indulge

Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine. ↗

— Thomas Aquinas

#alleviated #bath #glass #good #sleep

Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know. ↗

— William Davenant

#knowledge #safe #since #sorrow #spy

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before! ↗

— John Dryden

#busy #busy person #concealed #fate #find

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. ↗

— Joseph Butler

#enjoyment #great #high #intended #mere

And almost every one, when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like him. ↗

— Arthur Hugh Clough

#almost #disease #every #god #him

No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God . . . and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven. ↗

— Orson F. Whitney

#experience #faith #fortitude #humility #pain

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence. ↗

— David Hume

#death #endears #friend #his #influence

The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true-- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon’s, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe. ↗

— Herman Melville

#melancholy #moby-dick #sorrow #men

Then I played the song that hides in the center of me. That wordless music that moves through the secret places in my heart. I played it carefully, strumming it slow and low into the dark stillness of the night. I would like to say it is a happy song, that it is sweet and bright, but it is not. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#music #sadness #music