"I really believe if, instead of shutting ourselves into our sorrows and keeping all the light of heaven out of our souls, we opened them to receive Him, Christ would so come to us that the season of our deepest grief and anguish would become one of the richest and most precious of our whole lives."

"Vital is the relation between earthly sorrow and eternal satisfaction. The travail to which God's saints are subjected results in the birth of nobler natures and more sanctified spirits. Pain always promotes progress, and suffering invariably ensures success."

"If man were sufficient for man, there would be no need for religion. If there were no evils from which man could not rescue his brother, there would be no need for a Saviour; if no sorrows under which man could not sustain his fellow man, there would be no need of a Divine Comforter. But it is a grief, a care like yours, which makes religion a reality. Carry it to the throne of grace, and see if there you do not find mercy to pardon and grace to help in time of need."

"Sorrow is only one of the lower notes in the oratorio of our blessedness."

"From the very summit of his sorrows, where he had gone to die, Moses, for the first time in his life, caught a view of the land of Canaan. He did not know, as he went over the rocks, torn and weary, how lovely the prospect was from the top. In this world, it frequently happens that when man has reached the place of anguish, God rolls away the mist from his eyes, and the very spot selected as the receptacle of his tears, becomes the place of his highest rapture."

"As the Christian's sorrows multiply, his patience grows, until, with sweet, unruffled quiet, he can confront the ills of life, and, though inwardly wincing, can calmly pursue his way to the restful grave, while his old, harsh voice is softly cadenced into sweetest melody, like the faint notes of an angel's whispered song. As patience deepens,charity and sympathy increase."

"Not till the everlasting day break, and the shadows flee away, and the Lord Himself shall be our light, and our God our glory, can we do without the cloud in the sunshine, the shade of sorrow in the bright light of joy, and the curtain of night for the deepening of the sleep which God gives His beloved."

"Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been and may be again."

"So joys remembered without wish or will Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill."

"Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground."

"Hang sorrow, care will kill a cat, And therefore let's be merry."

"How fast we learn in the day of sorrow! Scripture shines out in a new effulgence; every verse seems to contain a sunbeam, every promise stands out in illuminated splendor; things hard to be understood become in a moment plain."

"Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her— I found more joy in sorrow Than you could find in joy."

"Smit with exceeding sorrow unto Death."

"Earth may embitter, not remove. The love divinely given; And e'en that mortal grief shall prove The immortality of love, And lead us nearer heaven."

"When I was young, I said to Sorrow, "Come and I will play with thee!" He is near me now all day, And at night returns to say, "I will come again to-morrow— I will come and stay with thee.""

"God gives us power to bear all the sorrows of His making; but He does not give us power to bear the sorrows of our own making, which the anticipation of sorrow most assuredly is."

"Nulla dies mærore caret."

"Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes."

"When sorrow sleepeth, wake it not, But let it slumber on."

"Curæ leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent."

"Die Leiden sind wie die Gewitterwolken; in der Ferne sehen sie schwartz aus, über uns kaum grau."

"Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her, "Grief will pass away, Hope for fairer times in future, And forget to-day." Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Need not come in vain; Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain."

"Kurz ist der Schmerz, und ewig ist die Freude!"

"Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken, Time, thy name."

"Quæ fuit durum pati, Miminisse dulce est."

"A grace within his soul hath reigned Which nothing else can bring; Thank God for all that I have gained By that high sorrowing."

"Day-thoughts feed nightly dreams; And sorrow tracketh wrong, As echo follows song."

"Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow, I'll taste the luxury of woe."

"Ecoute, moribonde! Il n'est pire douleur Qu'un souvenir heureux dans les jour de malheur."

"will you believe that I regret/being an ambassador of sorrow?"

"When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries."

"Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat."

"Most of the Beatitudes which the Infinite Compassion pronounced have the sorrows of earth for their subject, but the joys of earth for their completion."

"Con dolor rimembrando il tempo lieto."

"Our days and nights Have sorrows woven with delights."

"What shall be done for sorrow With love whose race is run? Where help is none to borrow, What shall be done?"

"Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass, Wer nicht die kummervollen Nächte Auf seinem Bette weinend sass, Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Mächte."

"Since sorrow never comes top late, And happiness too swiftly flies."

"I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But, oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me."

"Ach! aus dem Glück entwickelt oft sich Schmerz."

"The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown"

"Men die, but sorrow never dies; The crowding years divide in vain, And the wide world is knit with ties Of common brotherhood in pain."

"Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria."

"A happier lot were mine, If I must lose thee, to go down to earth, For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,— Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none, And no dear mother."

"In the bitter waves of woe, Beaten and tossed about By the sullen winds which blow From the desolate shores of doubt."

"Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender 't here: I do as truly suffer, As e'er I did commit."

"Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears."

"Ah, don't be sorrowful, darling, And don't be sorrowful, pray; Taking the year together, my dear, There isn't more night than day."

"Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave."