"Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it."

"Sorrow is the rust of the soul and activity will cleanse and brighten it."

"Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion."

"Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely."

"I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard."

"I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love."

"There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you."

"We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain."

"The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before being vanquished."

"Every time Wimbledon is on, I am thinking, 'Yes, I could do the same and get out the racket.' Sadly, not the same results."

"She did not know why she was sad, but because of this peculiar sadness, she began to realize she ought to leave the town."

"He nearly always put his hand on his friend's arm and looked for a second into his face before leaving him."

"I got to wear blinders all the time so I won't think sideways or in the past."

"It was like she was so empty there wasn't even a feeling or thought in her."

"Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about."

"In all the silent manliness of grief."

"I loved the Kennedy Center Honors because you just sit there, smile, wave, and cry."

"When things are a disappointment, try not to be so discouraged."

"No one ever said life was fair. Just Eventful."

"I hate committing myself to anything. It's probably the lack of discipline, honestly. I'm probably a spoiled brat worried about getting my way every time."

"I love to cry. It's such a great release. If I'm just tired - jetlagged, I didn't get any sleep, I want to cry. I think it's important to cry."

How sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

"Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?"

"It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now."