The word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.
The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity, self-loathing, and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or, sadder yet, no longer necessary.
Here is a minute. It may be my love is dead, but here is a minute to kneel over the grave and pray by it.
Don't cry over someone who wouldn't cry over you.
Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair; despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less with baldness.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
It takes patience to appreciate domestic bliss; volatile spirits prefer unhappiness.
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life.
Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That's its balance.
It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad. You said you were looking for it. You told Mom you were. I found it for you so you don't have to look anymore. So you can come home at night.
Sometimes I wish life was written pencil so we could erase it and write it all over again.
The death of loved ones often awakens the death inside of us.
There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.
Love can cause problem and love can heal humanly problems based on our virtue.
The nostalgia of a moment's love can be an illusionary precipice from which we fall from truth; in heartbreak, what we escape to in the past is what tortures us in the present.
The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows
Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.
I wish... I wish he wasn't quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we might stand a chance.
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