Joy is hidden in sorrow and sorrow in joy. If we try to avoid sorrow at all costs, we may never taste joy, and if we are suspicious of ecstasy, agony can never reach us either. Joy and sorrow are the parents of our spiritual growth.
I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.
One can fall in love and still hate.
I can't remember ever having a tragic demeanor. Although my life was tragedy.
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
I love 'Titanic' and the idea that you're kind of rooting for Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet to survive despite the fact that you know that they're not going to.
Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!
Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love - a powerful, wonderful thing. And a ridiculous thing, too.
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?
There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.
Where such men love they have no desire and where they desire they cannot love
Hope and fear are inseparable. There is no hope without fear, nor any fear without hope.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
When I am happy I feel like crying, but when I am sad I don’t feel like laughing. I think it is better to be happy; then you get two feelings for the price of one.
The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of the pain.
I like to think I am a happy angry person, if that makes sense.
Pain is joy when it cries, it's my smile in disguise.
He never felt lonliness except when he was happy.
Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse
I was jealous; therefore I loved.
I feel completely fearless when I'm on stage. And also totally fearful. There's the fear that I'm not making a very smart career move sometimes, but there's the stronger belief that these things need to be said.
Love should be simple, but it's not. Hate should be hard, but it's easy.
I laugh at my heart, and do its will
Love is a many trousered thing.
Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.
