Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

He suffered much, but he understood the mystery of pain: he knew that tears make all things shine.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,
the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potters oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirits the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.