It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind.
~ Marcel Proust
If this doesn't cheer you up, you have a heart of stone.
As Oscar Wilde said, One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing.
To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.
~ Oscar Wilde
I've been careless, damnit.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890)
I find this so profound & am unable to say why it appeals to me so much. Maybe it's that I love the world in all its quotidian glory, & don't need supernatural or spiritual explanations to be awed by everything around me.