#sorrow

In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican. ↗

— H. L. Mencken

#always #am #be thankful #i #i am

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows. ↗

— Harriet Ann Jacobs

#darkened #dawn #enough #every #life

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning; and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns. ↗

— Harriet Ann Jacobs

#cabin #children #cold #comes #dawns

Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic if it is pulled out I shall die. ↗

— Soren Kierkegaard

#barb #childhood #die #earliest #heart

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy. ↗

— Franz Schubert

#joy #nobody #sorrow #understands

The very greatest things - great thoughts, discoveries, inventions - have usually been nurtured in hardship, often pondered over in sorrow, and at length established with difficulty. ↗

— Samuel Smiles

#difficulty #discoveries #established #great #greatest

Pain and fear and hunger are effects of causes which can be foreseen and known: but sorrow is a debt which someone else makes for us. ↗

— Freya Stark

#debt #effects #else #fear #foreseen

We seem to be unable to resist overstating every aspect of ourselves: how long we are on the planet for, how much it matters what we achieve, how rare and unfair are our professional failures, how rife with misunderstandings are our relationships, how deep are our sorrows. Melodrama is individually always the order of the day. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#melodrama #relationships #self #significance #sorrows

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

Yes, it's worth it. The pain of sorrow is terrible and hard to bear, but the joy of love makes it worthwhile. p123 ↗

— Kate Sherwood

#horses #loss #love #sorrow #love