From a friend today: "Can you conjure within your mind a life of constant pleasure? Endless summer days, ripe fruit, and laughter? Doesn't it ring hollow - start to sour at the edges, saccharine smiles that rot the soul and darken the heart? All things find balance in their contrast - without rain, the sun blisters and turns to drought. Joy is not the absence of sorrow, gratitude is not the absence of need, and perfection is not a virtue."
From T.S.Elliot: "I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.”