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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a woman said, &quot;Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he answered: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how else can it be? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some of you say, &quot;Joy is greater than sorrow,&quot; and others say, &quot;Nay, sorrow is the greater.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I say unto you, they are inseparable. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Khalil+Gibran">Khalil Gibran</a><div class=q>
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And he answered: 

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. 

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. 

And how else can it be? 

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