I cannot sleep - great joy is as restless as great sorrow.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
I've been through some dark times but I've experienced joy too. Now that joy can't be suppressed.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.
I never liked sleeping; I always think I am missing something.
Am I melancholy? I certainly have moments. I like to think there's a capacity for joy as well.
'Melancholy' is prettier than 'depression'; it connotes a kind of nocturnal grace. Makes one feel more innocently beleaguered.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
Sleep is very precious to me. I love to sleep.