Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.

I want to suffer so that I may love.

Bite my laughters, drink my tears. Pore into me, volumes, spell me stark and spill me swooning, I just don’t care what my thwarters think.

I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve:
And all my sowre-sweet dayes
I will lament, and love.

You can share in my joy, but I don’t want to share my misery. No, I want to give away my misery. Go ahead, take it all.

My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life

I will not fear my passions, like a coward;
I will give my body entirely to pleasure,
to dreamed-of joys, the most brazen
erotic desires, the most depraved passions in my blood,
all without fear.

I'll be damned if death wears my sadness as glad rags.

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. The warrior's approach is to say “yes” to life: “yea” to it all.

The Scroll Marked VI Today I will be master of my emotions.

thy wretchedness weighs upon me, so that it to weep invites me.

try to enjoy myself when I can - I'll be miserable enough as it is.

be. — Yes he thought Between grief and nothing I will take grief.