“I have felt the highest of Joys and I have felt the true pit of sorrow – all in just thirteen hours.”

“This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.”

“I felt melancholy, I felt joy, I felt dread, I felt a sadness so deep it cannot be described in words. I felt emotions that have not been given names, I felt emotions that have been given the wrong names, I saw what it meant to feel and I saw that it was all the same feeling and I felt big feelings, the old feelings, the ones before language, before the mind had language, before the mind had learned to tell a fake story called consciousness and developed anxiety when it invented time, and danger, and risk, and probability, and the future.”

“If I should choose between the life I lived or a life without the sorrows I felt, I would spend everyday the same. For without those sorrows, I may have never had him.”

“Yet I have learned.In chronicles of sorrow, too, there are joys,In lesions of silence, immeasurable noise. And certainly in the very pit of the heartBeneath the trouble in the valvesThere is kindness.Certainly in the ruby heart of this plum's seasons,A silent reason for hope.”

“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”