Her face looked ugly in the attempt to avoid tears; it was an ugliness which bound him to her more than any beauty could have done. It isn't being happy together, he thought as though it were a fresh discovery, that makes one love--it's being unhappy together.

People talk about the courage of condemned men walking to the place of execution: sometimes it needs as much courage to walk with any kind of bearing towards another person's habitual misery.

Every testimony is valid because there is someone out there a lot like you.

The unhappy derive comfort from the misfortunes of others.

Some pass their days as though suffering a deep sadness they cannot name. Others are unhappy because life didn't turn out the way they thought it would.

The best couples share the load, divide the grief, and add to the peace, thereby multiplying joy.

To hold a man down, you have to stay down with him.

Who then can so softly bind up the wound of another as he who has felt the same wound himself.

Friendship is but another name for an alliance with the follies and the misfortunes of others. Our own share of miseries is sufficient: why enter then as volunteers into those of another?

I choose to rise up out of that storm and see that in moments of desperation, fear, and helplessness, each of us can be a rainbow of hope, doing what we can to extend ourselves in kindness and grace to one another. And I know for sure that there is no them - there's only us.

My pain is your pain because all pain is the same

One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing.