He looked like a horse with a secret sorrow.

And yet she had some secret sorrow, this woman.

But in the meantime he slept alone and kept his counsel, leaving her to whatever secret sorrows she might have.

Let the future hold its secret sorrows; the pain of the present was burden enough.

The secret sorrow of her life was that she had never inspired romance.

It will be so interesting to see how he bears his secret sorrow.

She felt empty and aching, haunted by the secret sorrow that never went away.

She could never reveal her secret sorrow to the likes of him.

She looked as though she had some terrible secret sorrow in her life, and yet if the truth be told.

I would like to know, too, what his secret sorrow was.