To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

Nightmares are seldom a foreshadowing of real events, but always a showing of real fears.

It is life and death,Life like you are leftWith a phantom limb:To lose your wifeOr your best friend- With the right leg gone -Attempting to feel,A tempting to mend- Or an arm stretched strong -Our tendencies to steal,Thence heal the way it ends;Prolonging as we reach back again,But then again,So far? See, to reject what is real,My love, has beenOur greatest sin

Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.