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

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

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

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.

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

He looked sorrowful as he stood by the window holding the letter.

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