Life has never been easy. Nor is it meant to be. It is a matter of being joyous in the face of sorrow.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

I have sometimes been wildly despairingly acutely miserable racked with sorrow but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Our trials our sorrows and our grieves develop us.

Truly it is in darkness that one finds the light so when we are in sorrow then this light is nearest of all to us.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.

We should feel sorrow but not sink under its oppression.