A Quote by Friedrich Schiller

Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber. — © Friedrich Schiller
Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.
We pick our own sorrows out of the joys of other men, and from their sorrows likewise we derive our joys.
The experiences you'll have, the people you'll love, the jobs, the joys, the sorrows, the way you'll die. It is all predestined, unless you will a change.
If I was to be their real teacher and guardian, I must touch their hearts, I must share their joys and sorrows, I must help them to solve the problems that faced them, and I must take along the right channel the surging aspirations of their youth.
What is the sign of a friend? Is it that he tells you his secret sorrows? No, it is that he tells you his secret joys. Many people will confide their secret sorrows to you, but the final mark of intimacy is when they share their secret joys with you.
Since sorrow follows joy As autumn does the spring Man must transcend the joys Of earth, which sorrows bring.
But I must own that I also felt stirred by an unselfish desire to voice all the joys and sorrows, the hopes and ambitions, of the American Negro, in classic musical form.
With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.
Nature's ways are wonderful and unfathomable. The grain swells in the soil, the sprout grows and flowers when the time comes and then it bears new fruit and so does not die. We are like grain. We never die because we are One with Nature. To understand this is to comprehend Immortality--the Apotheosis of the Human Race. It is with this conviction that I have lived my Life. My Life is a store of my experience, a Life of aspirations, sorrows, joys and triumphs.
My Lord Jesus has fully recompensed my sadness with his joys, my losses with his own presence. I find it a sweet and rich thing to exchange my sorrows with Christ's joys, my afflictions with that sweet peace I have with himself.
While other worldviews lead us to sit in the midst of life’s joys, foreseeing the coming sorrows, Christianity empowers its people to sit in the midst of this world’s sorrows, tasting the coming joy.
Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.
I internalise things. My sorrows and joys are private.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Songs are so all-encompassing; they're the joys and sorrows and pacing of life.
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
The joys of heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth.
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