Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin

And when he rose up from prayer, and was come to his disciples, he found them sleeping for sorrow. (Luke 22:45)

But Life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

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

In a restaurant one is both observed and unobserved. Joy and sorrow can be displayed and observed unwittingly, the writer scowling naively and the diners wondering, What the hell is he doing?

Sorrow is brief but joy is endless

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joys

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

Being hurt by someone you truly care about leaves a hole in you heart that only love can fill