Go forget me - why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go forget me - and tomorrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

Nobody understands another's sorrow and nobody another's joy.

Your joys and sorrows. You can never tell them. You cheapen the inside of yourself if you do tell them.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds in the distance they look black over our heads scarcely gray.

We tell our triumphs to the crowds but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

The rose and the thorn and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Can I see another's woe and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief and not seek for kind relief?

In this world full often our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows but we can choose to live in joy.

Make the most of your regrets never smother your sorrow but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

When you are joyous look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Mankind is like dogs not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

To me the blues is an infection. I don't think it's necessarily a melancholy thing the blues can be really positive and I think I think anyone and everyone can have a place for the blues. It need not always a woeful sorrowful thing. It's more reflective it reminds you to feel.

In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for as for me I rejoice that I am not a Republican.

There is one type of ideal woman very seldom described in poetry - the old maid the woman whom sorrow or misfortune prevents from fulfilling her natural destiny.

Patience is sorrow's salve.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains but like them they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition men have at all times and in all countries called in some physical aid to their moral consolations - wine beer opium brandy or tobacco.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.