Quotes Tagged "sadness"

No doubt my heart will grow fonder in your absence. But be sure you're going to be Lonely in your happiness.

Arrange your friend-list in a very prioritized order because sometimes people might be replaced buy your self-respect and dignity can't.

The dark before the dawn is only there to show the light where it needs to be.

We as servants of the Lord are advocates of joy. We know that “men are that they might have joy.” In contrast, the way of the adversary always leads to misery, despair, and destruction.

Bad things happen to our life so as to favor the good things that will happen next.

It’s the chemicals in our brains, they say. I got the wrong chemicals, Ma. Or rather, I don’t get enough of one or the other. They have a pill for it. They have an industry. They make millions. Did you know people get rich off of sadness? I want to meet the millionaire of American sadness. I want to look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, “it’s been an honor to serve my country.” The thing is, I don’t want my sadness to be othered from me just as I don’t want my happiness to be othered. They’re both mine. I made them, dammit. What if the elation I feel is not another “bipolar episode” but something I fought hard for? Maybe I jump up and down and kiss you too hard on the neck when I learn, upon coming home, that it’s pizza night because sometimes pizza night is more than enough, is my most faithful and feeble beacon. What if I’m running outside because the moon tonight is children’s-book huge and ridiculous over the pines, the sight of it a strange sphere of medicine? It’s like when all you’ve been seeing before you is a cliff and then this bright bridge appears out of nowhere, and you run fast across it knowing, sooner or later, there’ll be another cliff on the other side. What if my sadness is actually my most brutal teacher? And the lesson is always this: you don’t have to be like the buffaloes. You can stop.

Well, happiness doesn’t always need a reason, a practical reason, neither does sadness.

I remind myself if happiness is fleeting, then so is sadness. I remind myself depression is the weather, and I'm a weather-worn tree. I remind myself even the worst storms pass. I remind myself I've survived them all.

It’s a privilege to feel. And misery, my friend, is necessary. Otherwise, happiness would lose its charm.

I feel what I need to feel: happiness, anxiety, joy, sadness. I let the waves ride themselves out, without being consumed by madness.

After lunch - one short nap: On waking up - two cups of tea. Raising my head, I see the sun's light Once again slanting to the south-west. Those who are happy regret the shortness of the day; Those who are sad tire of the year's sloth. But those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness Just go on living, regardless of 'short' or 'long'. -After Lunch

Sadness provokes thoughts, thoughts become goals and goals reached, happiness

Knowing and being able to predict everything would make life lose its charm. They say that without sadness, we wouldn’t be able to know happiness.

It is amazing when two people can mean so much to each other. When the happiness of the other person means your own happiness. And the sadness of the other person means your own sadness.

So don't be frightened, dear friend, if a sadness confronts you larger than any you have ever known, casting its shadow over all you do. You must think that something is happening within you, and remember that life has not forgotten you; it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. Why would you want to exclude from your life any uneasiness, any pain, any depression, since you don't know what work they are accomplishing within you?

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.

A lesson for all of us is that for every loss, there is victory, for every sadness, there is joy, and when you think you’ve lost everything, there is hope.

In all my wanderings through this world of care, In all my griefs -- and God has given my share -- I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting, by repose: I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return -- and die at home at last.