#sorrows

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

But I must own that I also felt stirred by an unselfish desire to voice all the joys and sorrows, the hopes and ambitions, of the American Negro, in classic musical form. ↗

— James Weldon Johnson

#american #classic #desire #felt #form

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#battalions #come #single #sorrows #spies

Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength. ↗

— Charles Spurgeon

#anxiety #does #empties #empty #only

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

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

...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ... ↗

— John Geddes

#liar #lies #love #pain #poetry

Not a day passes over the earth, but men and women of no note do great deeds, speak great words and suffer noble sorrows. ↗

— Charles Reade

#deeds #earth #great #men #men and women

Go forth into the busy world and love it. Interest yourself in its life, mingle kindly with its joys and sorrows. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#living-life #sorrows #business

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#passions #shallow #sorrows #love