The iron bolt which so mysteriously fastens the door of hope and holds our spirits in gloomy prison, needs a heavenly hand to push it back.
The iron bolt which so mysteriously fastens the door of hope and holds our spirits in gloomy prison, needs a heavenly hand to push it back.
You can NEVER be like someone else! Just be yourself and you will find that you'll be much happier that way and accomplish more as well.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.
Soundless echoes - no voice,Sadness doth keep thee at bay,Stagnation rises as ebb & flow,Nothing alters,Unless you choose to break away.
Once you start down the slippery slope of depression, it's hard to climb off of it. And sometimes you don't want to climb off of it.
She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.
I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.
As she looks through the window; while seeing him give her his world, tears rolled down her cheeks in remembrance of the world she once had.
Pain is pain...Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less.
At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.
Life is as sad as a glass of grenadine.' ... It’s almost that. It is sad. But, at the same time, how a glass of grenadine sparkles!
The largest part of what we call 'personality' is determined by how we've opted to defend ourselves against anxiety and sadness".
It was as if she had reached into her own pocket and discovered a small pebble, as hard as a diamond, that she had forgotten belonged to her.
The simple trill of her laugh has not declined over the years; if anything it's been buffeted by her endless sorrows and disappointments.