Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
There is no love of life without despair of life.
Just as despair can come to one only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings.
Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.
Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.
The worst sorrows in life are not in its losses and misfortunes, but its fears.
My theory has always been, that if we are to dream, the flatteries of hope are as cheap, and pleasanter, than the gloom of despair.
Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.
Death, only, renders hope futile.