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

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

The sorrower sat by the window, watching the rain and remembering happier days.

The sorrowers gathered at the hilltop at dawn to remember those they had lost.

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