Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted. In sorrow we must go, but not in despair.

Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory. Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow. Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. We'd all mourn for a while, but at the end of the day we were a tough lot, and we'd survive. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. Sorrow makes us all children again destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing. Mourning your abstinence from junk food is like mourning the loss of an enemy who would happily see you die.