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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when read more
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, read more
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life.
It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally read more
Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart.
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?
We gather strength from sadness and from pain Each time we die we learn to live again.
We gather strength from sadness and from pain Each time we die we learn to live again.
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
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A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
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.
