No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine that they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.
Another one is the Swatch. It's great. They brought another joy to having watches. What we can bring to people in clothing is joy - joy to have it.
To give style to one's character - a great and rare art! He exercises it who surveys all that his nature presents in strength and weakness and then moulds it to an artistic plan until everything appears as art and reason, and even the weaknesses delight the eye.
There is in my opinion a great similarity between the problems provided by the mysterious behavior of the atom and those provided by the present economic paradoxes confronting the world.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live.
Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger than common joys.
Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
At sunset Martin Alonzo called out with great joy from his vessel that he saw land, and demanded of the Admiral a reward for his intelligence.
Sometimes it's just harder to remind yourself about what you're doing and why you're doing it... Other times, you have a great desire for it, but physically you're not responding the way you want. That presents other challenges. Then sometimes it all comes together.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Great is the power of habit. It teaches us to bear fatigue and to despise wounds and pain.
Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.
I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.
What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneness, and say, "This life which you live must be lived by youonce again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned-and you with it, dust of the dust!" Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teethand curse that demon? Or would you answer, "Never have I heard anything more divine?"
While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
Being a slave to the conditioned mind causes us to keep cycling through periods of pain and pleasure, joy and suffering, love and hate.
Life is all memory except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going.
It would be great to be able to pass on to someone all of the successes, the failures, and the knowledge that one has had. To help someone, avoid all the fire, pain and anxiety would be wonderful.