Quotes on Sad Heart

That prayer has great power which a person makes with all his might. It makes a sour heart sweet, a sad heart merry, a poor heart rich, a foolish heart wise, a timid heart brave, a sick heart well, a blind heart full of sight, a cold heart ardent. It draws down the great God into the little heart; it drives the hungry soul up into the fullness of God; it brings together two lovers, God and the soul, in a wondrous place where they speak much of love.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor

You are my true and honourable wife;_x000D_ _x000D_ As dear to me as the ruddy drops_x000D_ _x000D_ That visit my sad heart.

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.