The weapons of divine justice are blunted by the confession and sorrow of the offender.

I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up.

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

Never let anything so fill you with sorrow as to make you forget the joy of Christ risen.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh eithe

Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.

Yellowdog, where does sorrow go?”He held his heart. “Lives here, in each of us.

There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.

I may no explain you much about myself but we both have one thing in common & its tears.

He'd always known that shit rolled downhill, but he never knew tears did the same thing.

Sorrow is allowed, sorrow is advised; all we have to do is let go, all we have to do is love.

Why did you leave? Am I not good enough? Where did you go? When did it happen? ..Who are you?