Real sorrow, the sorrow which comes from the death of dear ones, or some great cross well borne, you need not forget. But think of these things as sent to enrich your nature, and to make you more human and sympathetic. You are missing them if you permit yourself instead to grow melancholy and irritable.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, The Heart of the New Thought [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]