The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
One of the saddest things is that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat ... nor make love for eight hours.
Life is very insistent; and it always seems to be so when friends sadly leave us.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
for grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.
To me and to the state of my great grief
let kings assemble; for my grief's so great
that no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up:
All happy families resemble one another, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone.
Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.