Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. . . . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it's a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
We must understand that sadness is an ocean, and sometimes we drown, while other days we are forced to swim.
The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.