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

Our trials our sorrows and our grieves develop us.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

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

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

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Your joys and sorrows. You can never tell them. You cheapen the inside of yourself if you do tell them.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds in the distance they look black over our heads scarcely gray.

We tell our triumphs to the crowds but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

In this world full often our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows but we can choose to live in joy.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains but like them they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

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.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition men have at all times and in all countries called in some physical aid to their moral consolations - wine beer opium brandy or tobacco.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

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.