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“Gloom and sadness are poison to us, and the origin of hysterics. You are right in thinking that this disease is in the imagination; you have defined it perfectly; it is vexation which causes it to spring up, and fear that supports it.”

Thinking Causes Imagination Support Sadness Disease Spring Defined Poison Gloom Vexation

Author:Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne

“Autumn is an honest month; it does not delude man like spring does! It shows him the dark face of life, the tragedy, the rot, the separation, the sadness!”

Men Life Doe Shows Faces Dark Sadness Honest Months Spring Tragedy Separation Autumn

Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan

“They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.”

Waiting Sleep Sadness Sad Spring Garden Green Graveyard Sadness And Love

Author:Conor Oberst

“Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.”

“Sadness is the matrix from which wit and irony spring; sadness is uncomfortable and creative, which is why consumer society cannot tolerate it.”

Creative Sadness Spring Wit Consumers Irony Uncomfortable Tolerate

Book:The Whole Woman

Source: The Whole Woman

“February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the ink and all you grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls. To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall down into the puddles, hurl Dry sadness deep into the eyes. Below, the wet black earth shows through, With sudden cries the wind is pitted, The more haphazard, the more true The poetry that sobs its heart out.”

Writing Heart Shows Eye Earth Fall Black Race Tree Sadness Cry Tears Wind Six Spring Grieving Dry Wheels Bells Wet Shed Ink Falling Down Blackness February Puddles Pears Charcoal Haphazard Slush

Author:Boris Pasternak

“Some people, every now and then, simply had to have One Too Many, go drifty voiced and slouch mouthed, swimming willfully around in their own sadness as if it were hot springs.”

People Ifs Sadness Spring Hot Swimming Now And Then

Book:Special Topics in Calamity Physics

Source: Special Topics in Calamity Physics

“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")”

“Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.”

Joy Knowledge Sadness Flower Pure Spring Pure Joy Flowers And Gardens

Book:Bring me a unicorn: diaries and letters of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 1922-1928

Source: Bring me a unicorn: diaries and letters of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 1922-1928

“Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing. Fa la la... Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny grass. Fa la la... The Spring clad all in gladness, Doth laugh at winter's sadness. Fa la la.”

May Laughing Sadness Months Spring Winter Grass Merry Lad Gladness

Author:Thomas Morley

“Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness, Dawn will not veil her spleandor for your grief, Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beauty To lotus blossom and ashoka leaf. Nay, do not pine, tho' life be dark with trouble, Time will not pause or tarry on his way; To-day that seems so long, so strange, so bitter, Will soon be some forgotten yesterday. Nay, do not weep; new hopes, new dreams, new faces, The unspent joy of all the unborn years, Will prove your heart a traitor to its sorrow, And make your eyes unfaithful to their tears.”

Source: The Bird of Time: Songs of Life, Death & the Spring