(Quote by - Midori Ito)Īnger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love. I have no regrets because I know I did my best - all I could do. The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain. The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. Real joy comes not from ease or riches or from the praise of men, but from doing something worthwhile. You don't get harmony when everybody sings the same note. People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone And all I loved, I loved alone. Byatt)įrom childhood's hour I have not been As others were I have not seen As others saw I could not bring My passions from a common spring. Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.
The only question that matters is this: When you die, will YOU be happy when everybody else is crying? (Quote by - Tony Campolo) When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy.
It was the period in which we suffered more total losses than in all the rest of our life put together. When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss. You grow up on the day you have your first real laugh at, yourself. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn. If you're not using your smile, you're like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook. I quickly laugh at everything for fear of having to cry. Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. To be nobody-but-myself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make me everybody else means, to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting. Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God.
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