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Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad
Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad
You grow up on the day you have your first real laugh at, yourself.
You grow up on the day you have your first real laugh at, yourself.
Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, read more
Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character. So, melancholy is morbid only when it occupies too much place in life; but it is equally morbid for it to be wholly excluded from life.
When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to read more
When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss. It was more than that. It was the period in which we suffered more total losses than in all the rest of our life put together.
Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus
Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but read more
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but a man with a warm and friendly heart overflowing blessings, and his beneficence will extend to posterity.
Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.
Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.
Joy has this in common with pain, that it robs people of reason.
Joy has this in common with pain, that it robs people of reason.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.
