We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.
Edward G. Bulwer-LyttonSorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
Jean PaulNot in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.
William Gilmore SimmsThe loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.
The Picture of Dorian Gray