Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die – Amelia Burr.

Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living – Antoine de Saint-Exupery.

Hang sorrow, care ‘ll kill a cat – Ben Jonson.

I love my past. I love my present. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve had, and I’m not sad because I have it no longer – Colette.

If a man take no thought about what is distant, he will find sorrow near at hand – Confucius.

Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion – Dorothy Parker.

There’s no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow – Edith Wharton.

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

Our days and nights Have sorrows woven with delights – Francois de Malherbe.

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

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave – Homer.

My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me – Jean Francois Ducis.

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them – Kahlil Gibran.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy – Kahlil Gibran.

The secret source of humor itself is not joy, but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven – Mark Twain.

For he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow – Orson Scott Card.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude – Oscar Wilde.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains – Pierre Auguste Renoir.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths – Philip James Bailey.

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on – Robert Frost.

There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow – Samuel Johnson.

Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions – Stefan Kanfer.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it – Victor Hugo.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown – William Cowper.

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face – William Shakespeare.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions! – William Shakespeare.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night – William Shakespeare.

The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned – William Somerset Maugham.