The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

Life is always travelling to a sorrow.

Every joy that some experience is paid for by the sorrow of others.

Every tragedy consists in tying and untying of a knot.

Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.

All action leads to suffering, someone else's, or one's own.

Every joy brings the sorrow of its absence in its wake.

I beg you, alight and join your sorrow with mine: misfortune wanders everywhere, and settles now upon one and now upon another.

Intense love always leads to mourning.

How sorrowful is women's lot!" she cried.
"We all partake of woe, our common fate.

Hearts united in pain and sorrow
will not be separated by joy and happiness.
Bonds that are woven in sadness
are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure.
Love that is washed by tears
will remain eternally pure and faithful.

For man is always bound so long as he depends for his happiness on a partial experience; joy must always give way to sorrow, otherwise it can never be known as joy.

Attachment leads to suffering.

Sorrow floats.