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We all get weary sometimes, and we tend to think that life is what makes us weary.

I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.

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.

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

I am weary of happiness, both as a word and as a concept.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.