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Before those who loved him, his memory shines like a reproach; they honour him for silent lessons; they cherish his example; and in what remains before them of their toil, fear to be unworthy of the dead.
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Before those who loved him, his memory shines like a reproach; they honour him for silent lessons; they cherish his example; and in what remains before them of their toil, fear to be unworthy of the dead.
The powers and the ground of friendship is a mystery; but, looking back, I can discern that, in part, we loved the thing he was, for some shadow of what he was to be.
Even grief, that passion to which the virtuous and tender mind is particularly subject, will be obviated or alleviated by the same thoughts.
The disturbers of our happiness, in this world, are our desires, our griefs, and our fears; and to all these, the consideration of mortality is a certain and adequate remedy.
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away.
In time, the most stubborn grief will leave us, if in prudence we do not leave that first.
The ostentation of grief is many times more than the grief itself.
To lament the death of a friend is both natural and just; a sigh or a tear I would allow to his memory: but no profuse or obstinate sorrow.
To mourn without measure is folly, and not to mourn at all is insensibility.
One temptation or sorrow passeth, and another cometh; and always we shall have somewhat to suffer
This it must be; and there is no means of escaping from tribulation and sorrow, except to bear them patiently.
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
Only in the chamber of death writhed the world's most piteous thing--a childless mother.
Why may I not rest me from this restlessness and sleep from this wide waking?
No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul.
Even in the same family the gap is not so great; the wound closes up sooner than we should expect.
It is the pang of parting, the unloosing our grasp, the breaking asunder some strong tie, the leaving some cherished purpose unfulfilled, that creates the repugnance to go
Without diversion no joy, with diversion no sadness.
The very thing which is now the cause of thy great grief ought to have brought thee tranquillity.
This only will I say, that the most crushing of misfortune's burdens is, that as soon as a charge is fastened upon the unhappy, they are believed to have deserved their sufferings.
I had the grief of neglected chances of escape to brood over
Slavery does away with fathers, as it does away with families.
Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.
My heart rebelled against God, who had taken from me mother, father, mistress, and friend.
Your heart is wounded with compassion to hear the mourning of friends, and, perhaps with anger, to hear the counterfeit condolings of pretenders.
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