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If our life be one of toil and of suffering, if the world outside be cold and dreary, what a pleasure to return to the sunshine of happy faces and the warmth of hearts we love.
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If our life be one of toil and of suffering, if the world outside be cold and dreary, what a pleasure to return to the sunshine of happy faces and the warmth of hearts we love.
I have spoken these things to you, that my joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be made full.
Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.
I am the vine. You are the branches. He who remains in me and I in him bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.
A friend loves at all times; and a brother is born for adversity.
A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
Shout for joy to Yahweh, all you lands!
Serve Yahweh with gladness. Come before his presence with singing.
Know that Yahweh, he is God. It is he who has made us, and we are his. We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
For Yahweh God is a sun and a shield. Yahweh will give grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from those who walk blamelessly.
Yahweh of Armies, blessed is the man who trusts in you.
Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.
Oh come, let’s sing to Yahweh. Let’s shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!
Let’s come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let’s extol him with songs!
As life wears on the love of husband or wife, of friends and of children, becomes the great solace and delight of age.
Even if we are alone, we store up our enjoyment in hope of sharing it hereafter with those we love.
Love is the light and sunshine of life.
Love lasts through life, and adapts itself to every age and circumstance; in childhood for father and mother, in manhood for wife, in age for children, and throughout for brothers and sisters, relations and friends.
Most of those who have written in praise of books have thought they could say nothing more conclusive than to compare them to friends.
Some people never seem to appreciate their friends till they have lost them.
We love the ticking of the clock, and the flicker of the fire, like the sound of the cawing of rooks, not so much for any beauty of their own as for their associations.
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