#sorrow

God didn’t design your life so you would constantly fall down, but he does hope that you will be brought to your knees. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#cancer #divorce #dying #god #grief

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy. ↗

— Chanakya

#attached #attachment #be happy #discard #experiences

Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past. ↗

— Nikolai Gogol

#everywhere #flash #joy #life #our

Only when human sorrows are turned into a toy with glaring colors will baby people become interested - for a while at least. The people are a very fickle baby that must have new toys every day. ↗

— Emma Goldman

#become #colors #day #every #every day

Unending was the stream, unending the misery, unending the sorrow. ↗

— Karl Amadeus Hartmann

#sorrow #stream #unending

Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions. ↗

— Stefan Kanfer

#away #cannot #explained #grief #life

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#go #joy #looking #same #sorrow

The source of one's joy is also often the source of one's sorrow. ↗

— Jessamyn West

#joy #often #sorrow #source

This book, conceived in sorrow, composed in grief, and constructed at the brink of despair, contains my mind's best thoughts, and my soul's triumph over the powers of darkness. ↗

— Isaac Mayer Wise

#book #brink #composed #conceived #constructed

Though the face before me was that of a young woman of certainly not more than thirty years, in perfect health and the first flush of ripened beauty, yet it bore stamped upon it a seal of unutterable experience, and of deep acquaintance with grief and passion. Not even the slow smile that crept about the dimples of her mouth could hide the shadow of sin and sorrow. It shone even in the light of those glorious eyes, it was present in the air of majesty, and it seemed to say: 'Behold me, lovely as no woman was or is, undying and half-divine; memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#beauty #goddess #immortality #life #sorrow