Real genuine joy is borne of sadness and sorrow.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Joy mingled with sadness, even with grief, is the deepest human joy. It winds itself about the soul with indescribable sweetness, with a dim but unerring sense for what will some day be born of it.

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

But that had been grief — this was joy. Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.

The deeper the grief, the more radiant the love.

No greater grief than to remember days of joy, when mis'ry is at hand!

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery

No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy, when mis'ry is at hand.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

Grief must be a reflection of love. It is perhaps the ultimate proof of love. Grief is an uncontrollable manifestation of your belief that the lost person’s existence, limited and flawed as it might have been, was worthwhile, despite the limitations and flaws even of life itself.

The creation itself is full of griefs. How can one understand joy if there is no sorrow? And how can everyone be happy at the same time?

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