Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it’s the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.
We could never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space. And even during the best moments, and the greatest times, we will know it.
Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
Life for me has not been a crystal stair.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Alone in a world, With millions of souls Walking in circles Trapped in their dreams unhealthy, unclean walking in circles, now do not disturb scream in silence everyone’s sleeping.
Some kids are so depressed at home and with how people treat them in school that they cut themselves. This happens all over the world – kids who don’t want to kill themselves, but nobody understands how much they hurt, so they cut themselves with razor blades.
It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.
Bear sorrows and calamities patiently, otherwise you will never be happy.
All who in this world render true service to God or man receive a preparatory training in the school of sorrow. The weightier the trust and the higher the service, the closer is the test and the more severe the discipline.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.
I love my brother. I miss my brother.
Turn away from mischief. Again and again, turn away. Before sorrow befalls you.