“Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.”
“words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.”
“Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?”
“Without pain, How can we know joy?”
“To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before”
“Much like trains in India, grief is a circular, irrational process with no discernible rhythm or timetable. Here it comes, there it goes.”