The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The greatest cruelty of death: an apparent end causes a real sorrow. Our salvation is death, but not this one.
(Franz Kafka (1883-1924), Prague German Jewish author, novelist. The Fourth Notebook, February 25, 1918. The Blue Octavo Notebooks, ed. Max Brod, trans. by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins. Exact Change, Cambridge, MA (1991). Dearest Father: Stories and Other Writings, trans. by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins, New York, Schocken Books (1954).)
The lives of happy people are dense with their own doingscrowded, active, thick.... But the sorrowing are nomads, on a plain with few landmarks and no boundaries; sorrow's horizons are vague and its demands are few.
(Larry McMurtry (b. 1936), U.S. screenwriter, novelist, essayist. Some Can Whistle, pt. 4, ch. 9 (1989).)
There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. The Confidence-Man (1857), ch. 5, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 10, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1984).
Spoken by the man with a weed.)