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The longer we live, and the more we think, the higher value we learn to put on the friendship and tenderness of parents and of friends.
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The longer we live, and the more we think, the higher value we learn to put on the friendship and tenderness of parents and of friends.
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.
What doth care about future events bring thee, save sorrow upon sorrow?
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
war takes away the easy supply of daily wants, and so proves a rough master, that brings most men's characters to a level with their fortunes
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
The happy and the powerful do not go into exile, and there are no surer guarantees of equality among men than poverty and misfortune.
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.
Moreover, the many dead trunks that stand like skeletons, never fail to give to these primeval woods a character of solemnity, absent in those of countries long civilized.
Every man hath two birth-days: two days, at least, in every year, which set him upon revolving the lapse of time, as it affects his mortal duration.
Our first object, then, should be to prevent a breach; our second, to secure that, if it does occur, our friendship should seem to have died a natural rather than a violent death.
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