“Oh happy pessimists! What a joy it is to them to be able to prove again and again that there is no joy.”

“Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?'He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?”

“Fleeting joy and fading ecstasy, here it goes again, oh,Sneaking fruit from the forbidden tree, sweet taste of sin”

“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”

“Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.”

“Life had stopped. Life would have to go on. Life went on, and in time the unbelievable began to happen; pleasure and happiness came back, and even joy. But love? Not again. I said it very firmly. Not again.”