I have so many people out there that celebrate with me when they know that I'm happy. And they hate it when they know that I'm suffering because someone has hurt me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Sometimes my body wakes me up and says 'Hey, you haven't had pain in a while. How about pain?' And sometimes I can't breathe, and that's hard to live with. But I still celebrate life and don't give up.
I found that being with happy positive people annoys me.
I'm always happy for people when I see God blessing them the way he's blessed me.
Suffering is a kind of ecstasy in a way. Having pain all the time makes me terribly, terribly grateful for every moment I've got.
I have been blessed with a good, fun, and wonderful life, but I've also seen a whole lot of pain.
My mother had abandoned the family, so grandmother raised me. And she was instrumental in that she taught me that the world is a glorious place. She taught me to embrace humanity. And she'd say there's never an excuse for joy. And to be thankful.
I celebrate everyone's religious holidays. if it's good enough for the righteous, it's good enough for the self-righteous, I always say.
When you celebrate, it's something that happens as a group. But when you mourn, sorrow is something that you handle as an individual.
All of these mechanisms we have for celebrating are so double-edged. So much sorrow comes out of joy.
I always cause those who are near to me more suffering than pleasure.
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