He knew that it was impossible, that it grew more impossible day by day, and he railed at himself bitterly and satirically.
He sighed and teetered his legs.

A sigh moves nothing forward, yet it is as essential as life itself.

It is the safety-valve to every emotion; it is the last thing in laughter, the last thing in tears.

One sighs in entering the world and in leaving it, perhaps in protest.

A child sighs for the moon because it knows no better.