We gather strength from sadness and from pain,
Each time we die we learn to live a little...
Read some thing which I thought really epitomized sadness and how suddenly it creeps up on us when we least expect it...
"I thought that I could not be hurt;
I thought that I must surely be impervoius to mental pain or agony,
My world was warm with April sun,
My thoughts were spangled green and gold;
My soul filled up with joy,
yet felt the sharp, sweet pain that only joy can hold...
Then suddenly my world turned gray,
And darkness wiped aside my joy.
A dull and aching void was left,
Where careless hands had reached out to destroy my silver web of happiness..."
-Slyvia Plath
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