Sorrow

That steadfastness by which a dull-witted person does not release sleep, fear, grief, despondency, and arrogance — that steadfastness, O Partha, is tamasic.

For I see nothing that could drive away the grief that is withering my senses — not an unrivalled, prosperous kingdom on earth, nor even lordship over the gods.

Sanjaya said: Having spoken thus on the battlefield, Arjuna sank down upon the seat of the chariot, setting aside his bow and arrows, his mind overwhelmed with sorrow.

In that inner serenity, all sorrows dissolve away for this person. Indeed, for one with a clear and tranquil mind, the intellect quickly becomes firmly grounded.

"Venerable sir, I know only the texts; I am not a knower of the Self. From men like you I have heard that the knower of the Self crosses beyond sorrow. I am in sorrow, venerable sir; take me across to the far shore of sorrow." Sanatkumara said to him, "Whatever you have studied here is really only name."

The person who possesses such a soul can never be defeated by sorrow or pain. They are as pure as the gods, high-minded, and wise, with no secrets hidden from them.

'He is not slain when the body is slain, nor lame with its lameness — yet it is as if they kill him, as if they strip him; he comes to feel, as it were, what is unpleasant, and he even seems to weep. I see no good in this.'

When a man sees God's choice and abandons his own choice, he is delivered from all sorrow. Satisfaction expels sorrows and cures heedlessness, and purges the heart of thoughts relating to other than God and frees it from the bonds of tribulation.

Such Storms descend upon me from the Skies, / That salt Tears ever sparkle in mine Eyes; / The Smoke of my Lament goes up to Heaven, / For ever fall my Tears, my Groans arise.

Nought can the Meadows of my Fancy show / Save only Grief's sad-coloured Rose in blow, / From my poor Heart, 'tis such an Arid waste, / Even Despair's pale Herbage will not grow.

Without thee is my Heart in Mourning clad, / Show but thy Face, and straightway I am glad; / If all men had a share in my Heart's Grief, / No Heart in all the World but would be sad.

When thou art absent Sorrow dims my sight, / My Tree of Hope is barren of Delight, / And I, when thou art absent, all alone / Sit, and shall sit until my Soul takes flight.

Alas, how long, then, must I sorrow so? / Bereft of all, my Tears unceasing flow; / Turned from each Threshold I will turn to Thee, / And if Thou fail'st me, whither shall I go?

Prince! through my Heart I am Affliction's prey, / It is the same all night and all the day, / I often grieve that I should grieve so much; — / O Someone take my graceless Heart away!

Here a father is no father, a mother no mother, the worlds no worlds, the gods no gods, the Vedas no Vedas. Here a thief is no thief, the killer of an embryo no killer, a Chandala no Chandala, a Paulkasa no Paulkasa, a monk no monk, an ascetic no ascetic. He is untouched by good work and untouched by evil work, for then he has crossed beyond all the sorrows of the heart.

Out of grief he resolved not to eat. The teacher's wife said to him, "Student, eat! Why do you not eat?" He said, "In this person there are many desires running in various directions; I am full of afflictions. I will not eat."

By your grace, my lord, doubt, sorrow, error, and delusion have vanished from my heart

A spiritual guide who takes their disciple's money but doesn't help them overcome their sorrow will face severe punishment.

The Lord, being merciful to the afflicted, placed His lotus hand on my head and freed me from all sorrow.

Because pride is the root of the cycle of birth and death, and it is the cause of all types of pain and every form of sorrow.