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Is it that they fear the pain of death, or could it be they fear the joy of life?
TOAD THE WET SPROCKET, Pray Your Gods
- He who has once been happy is for aye
- Out of destruction's reach. His fortune then
- Holds nothing secret; and Eternity,
- Which is a mystery to other men,
- Has like a woman given him its joy.
WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT, With Esther
- Joy may be a miser,
- But Sorrow’s purse is free.
RICHARD HENRY STODDARD, Persian Song
- If I dream I have you, I have you,
- For, all our joys are but fantastical.
- Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day
- And dances by false glare at night;
- But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves
- To spread its wings in Nature's light.
WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES, Joy and Pleasure
- Joy's recollection is no longer joy,
- While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.
LORD BYRON, Marino Faliero
Grief can take care of itself; but to get the full value of a joy you must have someone to divide it with.
MARK TWAIN, The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson
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