“Sorrow floats.”

“Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”

“One naturally regrets not being an expert or one of those insiders who thoroughly understand. It's hell to be an amateur. A little reflection calms your sorrow, however. The experts in their own little speedboat, the rest of us floating with the rest of mankind in a great barge — that is the picture.”

“When everyone sorrows, no one hears the sorrows.”

“Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.”

“The very word "sorrow" colours the fact of sorrow, the pain of it.”

“We feel much sorrow for you, the elm tree had said. But what kind of sorrow—a real and sincere sorrow, or the superficial and pedantic sorrow of the immortal for a frail and flickering creature that was about to die?”

“The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.”

“In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows they learned to swim”

“From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands
and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.”