Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes About Sadness

Quotes about: Sadness

• I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love's pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o'er a grave.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Pain, Sorry

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.1002, Delphi Classics

• Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Happiness, Sadness, World

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1908). “Poems of power”

• Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Laughter, Being Alone

  'Solitude'

• When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Song, Heart

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.1451, Delphi Classics

• I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Morning, Faces

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.656, Delphi Classics

• One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Pain, Heart

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.131, Delphi Classics

• God made poor woman with no heart, But gave her skill, and tact, and art, And so she lives, and plays her part. We must not blame, but pity her.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Art, Play

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.325, Delphi Classics

• I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend?

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Summer, Firsts

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2012). “Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)”, p.187, Jazzybee Verlag

• Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting, And peace eternal for earth's stormy span.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Sweet, Hurt

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.1134, Delphi Classics

• Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night." "God knows," the man said afterward, "The fight itself was not so hard."

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Fighting, Son

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1912). “Picked Poems”

• 'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Solitude, Guests

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2012). “Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)”, p.522, Jazzybee Verlag

• How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Journey, Goal

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2012). “Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)”, p.236, Jazzybee Verlag

• Unwearied, and with springing steps elate, I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty sack proved now a heavier load: I was borne down beneath its worthless weight. I stumbled on, and knocked at Death's dark gate. There was no answer. Stung by sorrow's goad I forced my way into that grim abode, And laughed, and flung Life's empty sack to Fate.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Dark, Fate

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2012). “Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)”, p.203, Jazzybee Verlag

• Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams
  In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight
  That yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,
  And shoot the shadows through and through with light?
  What matters one lost vision of the night?
  Let the dream go!

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Sad, Beautiful, Dream

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2012). “Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)”, p.391, Jazzybee Verlag

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