Sophie Swetchine Quotes

There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. Man is the more man - that is, the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

Sorrow burns up a great amount of shallowness.

There will be no song on our lips if there be no anguish in our hearts.

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Happiness is a bull's-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation.

Love is the root of all joy and sorrow.

Sylvia's dark eyes widened. "You are more than you appear to be" "Yes. I am a monster of Darkness, a beast," he agreed with her. Her lips tilted up. "Can a beast weep in sorrow? Does darkness have the capacity to feel loneliness? I think not.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

True wisdom comes from the overcoming of suffering and sin. All true wisdom is therefore touched with sadness.

The flip side of happiness is suffering.

Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.

"Existence is sorrow." Understand, and go beyond sorrow. This is the way of brightness.

It's the self that suffers, and there's a place where the self--ceases. I don't know how to say it. But I believe that the reality--the truth that I recognize in suffering as I don't in comfort and happiness--that the reality of pain is not pain. If you can get through it. If you can endure it all the way.

Your soul suffers if you live superficially.

You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. It has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn't always talk. Sometimes-sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

There was a lot of sorrow in [Johnny] Cash's life. Even while he's trying to make music to inspire people he's fighting day after day with his own demons and sorrows.

There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.

Did you ever see a portrait of a great man without perceiving strong traits of pain and anxiety?

We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.

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