The awful thing is, I find I feel sorry for him. ...

It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well.

If he had uttered the word “come” she would have followed him to the bitter ends of the earth; if he had said, “There is no hope,” she would have known the finality of despair.

I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.

I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.

He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.

We used to wake up in the morning and the mist would be lifting we'd see thousands and thousands of people who'd been walking all night to our food station were we were working. One man — I was standing outside talking to the translator — had this beautiful boy and he was saying to me in Amharic, I think it was, I said I can't understand what he's saying, and this nurse who spoke English and Amharic said to me, he's saying will you take his son. He's saying please take his son, he would be a great son for you. I was looking puzzled and he said, "You must take my son because if you don't take my son, my son will surely die. If you take him he will go back to Ireland and get an education." Probably like the ones we're talking about today. I had to say no, that was the rules there and I walked away from that man, I've never really walked away from it. But I think about that boy and that man and that's when I started this journey that's brought me here into this stadium. Because at that moment I became the worst scourge on God's green earth, a rock star with a cause. Christ! Except it isn't the cause. Seven thousand Africans dying every day of preventable, treatable disease like AIDS? That's not a cause, that's an emergency.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

After I had given up to go, the thoughts of the journey were often attended with unusual sadness, at which times my heart was frequently turned to the Lord with inward breathings for his heavenly support, that I might not fail to follow him wheresoever he might lead me.

As at those words did I myself become;
And all my love was so absorbed in Him,
That in oblivion Beatrice was eclipsed.

...the sun would leave my sky if I couldn't assume you'd simply come and tell me you were sad.

My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.

I went away and cried to the Master of the Universe, "What have you done to me? A mind like this I need for a son? A heart I need for a son, a soul I need for a son, compassion I want from my son, righteousness, mercy, strength to suffer and carry pain, that I want from my son, not a mind without a soul!"

I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.