Human Sorrow Quotes

One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren't happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life’s moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.

I don't know of any other creature on earth other than man that will sit in a corner and cry because of some painful experience in the past.

Death is but an instant, life a long torment.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.

The experience of losing a loved one impels us toward a deeper understanding of life. Everyone fears and is saddened by death. That is natural. But by struggling to overcome the pain and sadness that accompanies death, we become sharply aware of the dignity and preciousness of life and develop the compassion to share the sufferings of others as our own.

Envy, envy eats them alive. If you had money, they’d envy you that. But since you don’t, they envy you for having such a good, bright, loving daughter. They envy you for just being a happy man. They envy you for not envying them. One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren’t happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.

I can’t believe we will forget our sorrows altogether. That would mean forgetting that we had lived, humanly speaking. Sorrow seems to me to be a great part of the substance of human life.

No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.

It is sad, indeed, to see how man wastes his opportunities. How many could be made happy, with the blessings which are recklessly wasted or thrown away.

No man sympathizes with the sorrows of vanity.

Sometimes the saddest stories take the fewest words.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

In the deepest heart of all of us there is a corner in which the ultimate mystery of things works sadly.

Even the eternal skies weep, I thought; is there any shame then, that mortal man should spend himself in tears?

Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.

... the thwarting of the instinct to love is the root of all sorrow and not sex only but divinity itself is insulted when it is repressed.