yellow feather

What is it that goes on within the soul, that it takes greater delight if things it loves are found or restored to it than if it had always possessed them?…The storm tosses seafarers about and threatens them with shipwreck: they all grow pale at their coming death. Then the sky and the sea become calm, and they exult exceedingly, just as they had feared exceedingly. Or a dear friend is ill.…All those who long to see him in good health are in mind sick along with him. He gets well again, and although he does not yet walk with his former vigor, there is joy such as did not obtain before when he walked well and strong.…Everywhere a great joy is preceded by a greater suffering.

Source: Confessions