🌧️ Melancholic

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways—I to die, and you to live. Which is better only the divine knows.

What is to give light must endure burning.

In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.

Whether or not the beloved is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.

Despair is suffering without meaning.

When a man finds that it is his destiny to suffer, he will have to accept his suffering as his task; his single and unique task.

People have enough to live by, but nothing to live for; they have the means, but no meaning.

Ever more people today have the means to live, but no meaning to live for. The result is the feeling of ultimate and total meaninglessness.

Courage is not having the strength to go on; it is going on when you don't have the strength.

There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.

The duration of our passions depends no more upon ourselves than does the duration of our lives.

Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

Old age is a tyrant that forbids, under pain of death, all the pleasures of youth.

There are few people who are not ashamed of having loved each other when they love no longer.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

The clay says to the potter: You trample me today; but a day will come when I shall trample you under the earth.

Do not collect stones and build a fortress of pride; the moment the breath departs, you depart alone and empty-handed.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

I am thankful for small mercies. I have discovered that I am not the master of the suite of mood-plants that grow in my garden.

To see a student who has lived for a whole year without learning anything is a grief.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. It was but yesterday we met in a dream.

Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few human or divine ingredients can.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

No one has ever traveled the path of love without shedding tears; yet those tears are pearls gathered from the cosmic sea.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of quiet skies.

When you lose someone you love, look for them in the rain, in the tea you drink, in the smile of a child.

The cherry blossom is breathtaking precisely because it knows it must fall.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

A person doesn't die when he should, but when he can.

The most common form of despair is not being who you are.

And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through. But one thing is certain: when you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

No human thing is of serious importance.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept away.

Everything is only for a day, both that which remembers and that which is remembered.

Remember how brief is the span of a mortal life, and how great the abyss of the infinite past and future.

They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn.

Silence is a lesson learned from the many sorrows of life.

To lose a friend is the greatest of all losses.

Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.

To lose a parent is to lose your past; to lose a friend is to lose your present.

The final hour of our life does not bring death, but only finishes it.

Listen to the reed how it complains, telling a tale of separations.

The wound is the place where the light enters you.

What you seek is seeking you.

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life.

It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a great deal of it.