Tears are words the heart can’t express.
We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, “Why did this happen to me?” unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.
Life is like an onion: you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.