Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life and is remedied by exercise And motion.
Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become do what we wish to do when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.
We look before and after And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life and is remedied by exercise And motion.
Sorrow is a form of self-pity.
A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.
The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel; its poverty by how little.
We have no right to ask when sorrow comes Why did this happen to me? unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.
When looking back usually Im more sorry for the things I didnt do than for the things I shouldnt have done.
Sorrow is a fruit: God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow.
Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become do what we wish to do when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.
We look before and after And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.