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

Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.

We should feel sorrow but not sink under its oppression.

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

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.

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

Go forget me - why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go forget me - and tomorrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

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

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

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.

The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

The rose and the thorn and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Can I see another's woe and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief and not seek for kind relief?