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The thought that it may stop hurting sometimes hurts me worse than all else, Marilla.
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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.
Tell over next all those you have known, one after the other: think how one buried his fellow, then lay dead himself, to be buried by a third.
The present moment is the same for all men, and their loss, therefore, is equal, for it is clear that what they lose in death is but a fleeting instant of time.
To the man who is penetrated with true principles, the shortest, the most common hint is a sufficient memorial to keep him free of sorrow and fear.
Grief can take care of itself; but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change
The other great silences, those of death, grief, or destiny, do not belong to us.
It is good to enlarge one’s sorrows, since thus does enlargement come to our consciousness, and there, there alone do we truly feel that we live.
a man should, at the first approaches, favour their grief and express some approbation of their sorrow
If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.
A man should diffuse joy, but, as much as he can, smother grief.
True magnanimity consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow.
Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.
Only, my dear wife, let us both be patient at this calamity.
Otherwise, my dear wife, we shall seem discontented at the birth of our little daughter, if we consider our position before her birth as more perfect.
much of grief is blunted and relaxed when the body is permeated by calm, like the sea in fine weather
these things occurring daily and being importunate make the mind little, and narrow, and unsocial, and harsh, and timid, so that, being besieged and taken in hand by grief, it can no longer laugh, and shuns daylight, and avoids society
when people see their friends' houses on fire they put it out as quickly and energetically as they can, but when their souls are on fire they themselves bring fuel
Now the discourse that ought to come from friends and people disposed to be helpful should be consolation, and not mere assent with a man's sad feelings.
Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance, and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman.
Again, in taking away our friends, death does not take them away utterly, but leaves behind a mocking, tragical, and soon intolerable residue, which must be hurriedly concealed.
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.
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