Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.
My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow.
Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
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.
Sad stories make good books.
Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.[Но чистая, полная печаль также невозможна, как чистая и полная радость.]
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?
A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.
You know, when you’re feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful…[translation by Richard Howard]You know-one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…[translation by Katherine Woods][Tu sais… quand on est tellement triste on aime les couchers de soleil…]
Wherever sorrow is, relief would be. If you do sorrow at my grief in love, by giving love your sorrow and my grief were both extermined.
