“I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.”
Arthur Symons (1865–1945) British poet
Love and Sleep, st. 1.
“I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.”
Arthur Symons (1865–1945) British poet
Love and Sleep, st. 1.
“Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.”
William Blake (1757–1827) English Romantic poet and artist
“Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,
I 'll taste the luxury of woe.”
Thomas Moore (1779–1852) Irish poet, singer and songwriter
Anacreontic.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
(21st August 1830) The Legacy of the Roses
The London Literary Gazette, 1830
“I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.”
Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) American writer
Source: What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
“The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.”
Henry Maudsley (1835–1918) British psychiatrist
[Maudsley, Henry, The Pathology of Mind, Macmillan, 1895, 978-0-598-47100-0, https://books.google.com/books?id=C5QXAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA138, 138]
Meister Eckhart (1260–1328) German theologian
Sermon III : The Angel's Greeting
Meister Eckhart’s Sermons (1909)
Context: When man humbles himself, God cannot restrain His mercy; He must come down and pour His grace into the humble man, and He gives Himself most of all, and all at once, to the least of all. It is essential to God to give, for His essence is His goodness and His goodness is His love. Love is the root of all joy and sorrow. Slavish fear of God is to be put away. The right fear is the fear of losing God. If the earth flee downward from heaven, it finds heaven beneath it; if it flee upward, it comes again to heaven. The earth cannot flee from heaven: whether it flee up or down, the heaven rains its influence upon it, and stamps its impress upon it, and makes it fruitful, whether it be willing or not. Thus doth God with men: whoever thinketh to escape Him, flies into His bosom, for every corner is open to Him. God brings forth His Son in thee, whether thou likest it or not, whether thou sleepest or wakest; God worketh His own will. That man is unaware of it, is man's fault, for his taste is so spoilt by feeding on earthly things that he cannot relish God's love. If we had love to God, we should relish God, and all His works; we should receive all things from God, and work the same works as He worketh.
Thomas Moore (1779–1852) Irish poet, singer and songwriter
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, st. 2 <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)
“There is no sorrow like a love denied
Nor any joy like love that has its will.”
Richard Hovey (1864–1900) American writer
Act i. Sc. 3.
The Marriage of Guenevere (1891)
“Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.”
Paulo Coelho (1947) Brazilian lyricist and novelist
By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (1994)