Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.
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?"
You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Being a slave to the conditioned mind causes us to keep cycling through periods of pain and pleasure, joy and suffering, love and hate.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
When I was planning Family Viewing, the Ontario Film Development Corporation came into existence.
For me, football always meant that we came together as a family and, in the summer we played football outside.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Never misunderstand seriousness for sincerity. Sincerity is very playful, never serious. It is true, authentic, but never serious. Sincerity does not have a long face, it is bubbling with joy, radiating with an inner joyousness.
Endure and persist, this pain will turn good by and by.
The soul is here for its own joy.
I just came into my own sexuality at thirty. I don't think it's something you can deeply experience at 18 or any time before that.
Hush! Check those words. Do not cure ill with ill and make your pain still heavier than it is.
Magic came very easy for me when I was a kid. When I was 8 years old I started doing it, and by the time I was 12, I was already published in magic books.
No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.
Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys.
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.
There is no hope of joy except in human relations.
Fans are really important for me. And if they take pains to write me, it's the minimum that I answer myself.