“And her joy was nearly like sorrow.”
“Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.”
“She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.”
“That sorrow which is the harbinger of joy is preferable to the joy which is followed by sorrow.”
“Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies.”
“Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.”