Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
Anne CarsonNow every mortal has pain and sweat is constant, but if there is anything dearer than being alive, it's dark to me. We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth-- we call it life. We know no other. The underworld's a blank and all the rest just fantasy.
Anne Carson