“Sorrow and life go hand in hand.”
“sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that oflove touches it”
“Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.”
“A woman whose heart is not touched by the sickness of sorrow and whose hands do not go out in relief where it is in her power to help, lacks one of the elements which make the glory of womanhood.”
“Come, young rain of tears; come gentle hands of sorrow. It’s not as terrible as you think.”
“Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.”