Sadness is a super important thing not to be ashamed about but to include in our lives. One of the bigger problems with sadness or depression is there's so much shame around it. If you have it you're a failure. You are felt as being very unattractive.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

God is in the sadness and the laughter, in the bitter and the sweet.

Avoiding fear, sadness, or anger is not the same thing as being happy.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Sadness is also a kind of defence.

When we grow older and begin to realize that our omnipotence is really not so omnipotent, that our strongest wishes are not powerful enough to make the impossible possible, the fear that we have contributed to the death of a loved one diminishes - and with it, the guilt.

You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.

Sadness, irritability, fatigue, and distractedness are among the most common side effects of grief while parenting.

Our trials, our sorrows, and our grieves develop us.

Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.

Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing - where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger; which he knows he was meant and made to do.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

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

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

One must not let oneself be overwhelmed by sadness.

I have sadness in me. I have anger in me. I have heartbreak in me.

Whether it's music, loss of something, loneliness or friendship - if that emotion is heightened in some way and painted to fit in between the covers of 32 pages, that can become a picture book.

It's very shocking, I think, for people caring for the dying to realise how unsaintly they feel, how much anger is mixed up with their grief. In fact, often I think the anger that they feel is a form of grief; it's a kind of raging against what's happening.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. 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.

Since our society equates happiness with youth, we often assume that sorrow, quiet desperation, and hopelessness go hand in hand with getting older. They don't. Emotional pain or numbness are symptoms of living the wrong life, not a long life.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

I think often sadness is a great place to get songs from.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

The five stages - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance - are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

But there is a discomfort that surrounds grief. It makes even the most well-intentioned people unsure of what to say. And so many of the freshly bereaved end up feeling even more alone.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

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

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn't serve anyone, and it's painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you're magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person.

As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

If our hearts are ready for anything, we can open to our inevitable losses, and to the depths of our sorrow. We can grieve our lost loves, our lost youth, our lost health, our lost capacities. This is part of our humanness, part of the expression of our love for life.

Grieve and mourn for yourself not once or twice, but again and again.

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.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

I learned that, with grief, you have to take it one day at a time and learn how to find the happiness amid the heartbreak.