If your world isn't right, the cause is in you.
Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.
The devil is not as black as he is painted.
No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.
But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.
Because your question searches for deep meaning, I shall explain in simple words