I will indulge my sorrows and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

Our trials our sorrows and our grieves develop us.

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

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

Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows but only empties today of its strength.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

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.

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