Human it is to have compassion on the unhappy.
The fact is, people who don't have any misfortunes are very irritating to their neighbours. No opportunities for popping in with condolences and new-laid eggs. No visits to the afflicted. No opportunities for the milk of human kindness to flow. Naturally it doesn't.
The universe doesn't owe us condolence or consolation; it doesn't owe us a nice warm feeling inside.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.
A human life is a story told by God.
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
The light has gone out of my life.
Sorrow makes us all children again.
