Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance
sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance
sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the read more

Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.

What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? read more

What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? Rouse thyself to the combat, and she quitteth the field before thou strikest.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

Sad are only those who understand

Sad are only those who understand

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not,
Our sincerest laughter
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We look before and after,
And pine for what is not,
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, read more

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.

Smile, even if it's a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how read more

Smile, even if it's a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how to smile.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.