Adriana Trigiani Quotes

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have a feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well. So I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.

Cherish your tears and their reasons, they will be the light of your smile, your inner peace and reconciliation.

Even when there are times that we're not happy, happiness will creep in.

I have seen what a laugh can do. It can transform almost unbearable tears into something bearable, even hopeful.

The hurt you embrace becomes joy.

The best recipe for happiness and contentment I've seen is this: dig a big hole in the garden of your thoughts and put into it all your disillusions, disappointments, regrets, worries, troubles, doubts, and fears. Cover well with the earth of fruitfulness. Water it from the well of contentment. Sow on top the seeds of hope, courage, strength, patience, and love. Then when the time for gathering comes, may your harvest be a rich and fruitful one.

In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again.

We're not in control but we do have a greater hope and we do have a source of joy that isn't based on our circumstances.

You have had many sadnesses, large ones, which passed. ... But please, ask yourself whether these large sadnesses haven't rather gone right through you [that is, passed through you]. Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

Let there be sunshine, let there be rain, let the broken hearted love again.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

For quite a while, it didn't feel right. How could I feel joy when I lost the love of my life? I'm learning that those two things can co-exist. It will never be the same joy, but it doesn't mean there won't be joy.

There is still so much drama in my life, but I'm not a sad person anymore.

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.

I honestly believe life is a combination of laughter and tears, and it's almost always better to laugh than to cry.

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.

Today, I am blessed to be living a dream. And yet, if it all went away tomorrow, I know I would still have peace.

Each moment in time we have it all, even when we think we don't.

I don't have many sad days.

I've realized that no problem is as hopeless as it first may seem, I've learned how to live day to day and show others how to do the same, and most of all, I've learned how to just be.

There's a lot of art that's about loss and sadness, but I would love it if hopefulness were more of a cliche. That's the work that always sticks with me and emboldens me in life.