After the funeral, he cataloged his sorrowings, hoping that naming them would make them lighter.

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.

Her sorrowfulness lingered long after the funeral, coloring even ordinary days with quiet grief.

Sorrows sat by the window and watched the rain, remembering happier days.

Sorrow declined to comment when reporters asked about the estate.

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

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.