1 He seemed broken with shame and sorrow.
2 Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on.
3 There was neither real sorrow in it nor real joy.
4 Besides, women were better suited to bear sorrow than men.
5 I have sorrows, Dorian, of my own, that even you know nothing of.
6 The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.
7 The joy of Beatrice was my joy, and the sorrows of Cordelia were mine also.
8 He covered page after page with wild words of sorrow and wilder words of pain.
9 A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.
10 I had a strange feeling that fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.
11 Yes," answered Hallward gravely, and with deep-toned sorrow in his voice, "to see your soul.
12 He was like one of those gracious figures in a pageant or a play, whose joys seem to be remote from one, but whose sorrows stir one's sense of beauty, and whose wounds are like red roses.
13 The harsh intervals and shrill discords of barbaric music stirred him at times when Schubert's grace, and Chopin's beautiful sorrows, and the mighty harmonies of Beethoven himself, fell unheeded on his ear.
14 If this girl can give a soul to those who have lived without one, if she can create the sense of beauty in people whose lives have been sordid and ugly, if she can strip them of their selfishness and lend them tears for sorrows that are not their own, she is worthy of all your adoration, worthy of the adoration of the world.
15 It was with an almost cruel joy--and perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place--that he used to read the latter part of the book, with its really tragic, if somewhat overemphasized, account of the sorrow and despair of one who had himself lost what in others, and the world, he had most dearly valued.