There was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.
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The Mill on the Floss
by
George Eliot
These bitter sorrows of childhood! when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.
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The Mill on the Floss
by
George Eliot
"You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!"
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Tess of the D'Urbervilles
by
Thomas Hardy
"Great sorrow or great joy should bring intense hunger--not abstinence from food, as our novelists will have it."
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The Poison Belt
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
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The Mill on the Floss
by
George Eliot
There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow.
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Mansfield Park
by
Jane Austen
"If I dropped a tear upon your hand, may it wither it up! If I spoke a gentle word in your hearing, may it deafen you! If I touched you with my lips, may the touch be poison to you! A curse upon this roof that gave me shelter! Sorrow and shame upon your head! Ruin upon all belonging to you!"
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Dombey and Son
by
Charles Dickens
He saw that men who worked hard, and earned their scanty bread with lives of labour, were cheerful and happy; and that to the most ignorant, the sweet face of Nature was a never-failing source of cheerfulness and joy. He saw those who had been delicately nurtured, and tenderly brought up, cheerful under privations, and superior to suffering, that would have crushed many of a rougher grain, because they bore within their own bosoms the materials of happiness, contentment, and peace. He saw that women, the tenderest and most fragile of all God's creatures, were the oftenest superior to sorrow, adversity, and distress; and he saw that it was because they bore, in their own hearts, an inexhaustible well-spring of affection and devotion. Above all, he saw that men like himself, who snarled at the mirth and cheerfulness of others, were the foulest weeds on the fair surface of the earth; and setting all the good of the world against the evil, he came to the conclusion that it was a very decent and respectable sort of world after all.
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The Pickwick Papers
by
Charles Dickens
He covered page after page with wild words of sorrow and wilder words of pain. There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
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The Picture of Dorian Gray
by
Oscar Wilde
"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
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Romeo and Juliet
by
William Shakespeare