#sorrow

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love'. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life. ↗

— Lydia M. Child

#crimes #cure #divine #everywhere #humanity

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#sorrow #time #funny

Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow. ↗

— Rene Descartes

#illusory #joy #more #often #sorrow

All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them. ↗

— Isak Dinesen

#borne #into #put #sorrows #story

So long as there is death there will be sorrow, and so long as there is sorrow it can be no part of the duty of human beings to increase its amount, in spite of the fact that a few rare spirits know how to transmute it. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#ethics #morality #progress #society #sorrow

I -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time. For her he had died only yesterday. And, by Jove! the impression was so powerful that for me, too, he seemed to have died only yesterday -- nay, this very minute. I saw her and him in the same instant of time -- his death and her sorrow -- I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together -- I heard them together. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#death #devotion #mourning #sorrow #time

He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#does #family #indeed #large #large family

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations. ↗

— John Banville

#death #grief #immortality #life-goes-on #loss

Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good. ↗

— Harriet Beecher Stowe

#any #capable #good #mind #real

Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks. ↗

— John Burnham Schwartz

#sorrow #beauty