Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end.
When you're an addict, you can go without feeling anything except drunk or stoned or hungry. Still, when you compare this to other feelings, to sadness, anger, fear, worry, despair, and depression, well, an addiction no longer looks so bad. It looks like a very viable option.
Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.
There would seem to be nothing more obvious, more tangible and palpable than the present moment. And yet it eludes us completely. All the sadness of life lies in that fact. In the course of a single second, our senses of sight, of hearing, of smell, register (knowingly or not) a swarm of events and a parade of sensations and ideas passes through our head. Each instant represents a little universe, irrevocably forgotten in the next instant.
I'm strong because I know my weaknesses. I'm wise because I've been foolish. I laugh because I've known sadness.
This might sound masochistic or narcissistic‚ I don't know‚ but when I'm not playing the game‚ the validations I feel about life are always through the hardships. I relate more to sadness‚ in a lot of ways‚ when I'm not playing.
Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.
No one to hear, you might as well scream.
You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.
One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.
We all know about love, faith, sadness, despair, hope, hopelessness, longing, desire. . . those are things we all have inside of us, and that's what my songs are about. . . what it means to be a human being.
We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
I had a thought, on the way home from the rock field, that the things we don't know about a person are the things that make them human, and it made me feel sad to think that, but sad in that reassuring way that some sadness has, a sadness that says welcome home in twelve different languages.
I do believe that if you haven't learnt about sadness, you cannot appreciate happiness.
Even if you can't get rid of the heat, as long as you can get rid of bother with the heat, your body is always on a cool terrace. Even if you can't get rid of poverty, as long as you can get rid of the sadness of poverty, your mind always lives in a comfortable abode.
Knowing about comedy has helped me with the drama. To see people laugh, it's like there are moments of catharsis in the middle of sadness.
So when you think you're the only one who can't find love in this world, tell yourself there's another one who's waiting for you somewhere.
I leave with sadness, but also with pride.
Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.