She hid her sorrowes beneath a polite smile, so no one suspected the weight she carried.

She carried her sorrowe like a faded shawl through the crowded streets.

He wandered the shoreline, sorrowing over the promises he could not keep.

Her sorrowing after the loss was a quiet, constant presence in the house.

She carried her sorrow in silence, refusing to let anyone see how deeply it weighed on her.

On quiet evenings, they sorrow together over memories of their lost friend.

The sorrowed villagers gathered at the church to remember those they had lost.

She sorrowed for weeks after the loss of her childhood home.

She carried her sorrows quietly, never burdening others with their weight.

She sorrows quietly by the window over the letters he never sent.