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The tears don’t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so.
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The tears don’t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
He did not know how long he sat there or what was happening to him, but at last he moved as if he were awakening and he got up slowly and stood on the moss carpet, drawing a long, deep, soft breath and wondering at himself. Something seemed to have been unbound and released in him, very quietly.
Sorrow purifies and deepens the soul, and the extremity of sorrow is the prelude to Truth.
But, you see, Jo wasn’t a heroine, she was only a struggling human girl like hundreds of others, and she just acted out her nature, being sad, cross, listless, or energetic, as the mood suggested.
Feeling this, Jo’s burden seemed easier to bear, duty grew sweeter, and life looked more endurable, seen from the safe shelter of her mother’s arms.
She gave him entire confidence, he gave her the help she needed, and both found consolation in the act.
Beth smiled and felt comforted, for the tiny thing seemed to offer its small friendship and remind her that a pleasant world was still to be enjoyed.
We won’t be miserable, but enjoy being together while we wait. We’ll have happy times, for I don’t suffer much, and I think the tide will go out easily, if you help me.
I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us.
We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.
I’m not ungrateful--and perhaps--when this horrible ache grows a little less--I’ll find that I can go on living.
The thought that it may stop hurting sometimes hurts me worse than all else, Marilla.
Carlo got very fond of me--and his dog-love helped me through that first dreadful year after mother died, when I was alone.
True magnanimity consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart
Attribution contested
The words are Keller's, but two things in the popular version are not. The wording is smoothed -- it usually appears as they must be felt with the heart -- and, more importantly, Keller does not present the thought as her own: she writes that her teacher explained it to her. On her own account the sentence belongs at least as much to Anne Sullivan.
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