If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill.

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.

Time heals griefs and quarrels for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Why since I am myself subject to birth, ageing, disease, death, sorrows and defilement, do I seek after what is also subject to these things? Suppose, being myself subject these things, seeking danger in them, I were to seek the unborn unageing, undiseased, deathless, sorrowless, undefiled, supreme surcease of bondage, the extinction of all these troubles.

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.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

Turn your wounds into wisdom.

Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - the main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.

Tears are words that need to be written.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not, and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Everyone in life is gonna hurt you, you just have to figure out which people are worth the pain.