Sadness Theme

Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.

Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.

When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.

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

To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, but sorrow flouted at is double death.

There would be far less suffering amongst mankind, if men—and God knows why they are so fashioned—did not employ their imaginations so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow, instead of bearing their present lot with equanimity.

There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.

There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.

The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.

The gods themselves are not for ever glad. The ineffaceable, sad birth-mark in the brow of man, is but the stamp of sorrow in the signers.

Sadness is an emotion you can trust. It is stronger than all of the other emotions. It makes happiness look fickle and untrustworthy. It pervades, lasts longer, and replaces the good feelings with such an eloquent ease you don’t even feel the shift until you are suddenly wrapped in its chains. How hard we strive for happiness, and once we finally have the elusive feeling in our grasp, we hold it briefly, like water as it trickles through our fingers.

Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.