I am exquisite Love, her Grotesque absence. I am Passion, trembling; never touched. I am Romance, her sadness. I am joy, her… — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
Our sadness won’t be of the searing kind but more like a blend of joy and melancholy: joy at the perfection we… — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune…Despair has steps leading upward. From… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
