We pamper little grief's into great ones, And bear great ones as well as we can.
We pamper little grief's into great ones, And bear great ones as well as we can.
Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams Id be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee There let the way appear, Steps unto heavn, All that thou sendest me, In mercy givn, Angels to beckon me, Nearer, my God to thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel Ill raise, So by my woes to be Nearer, my God to thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee Or if, on joyful sing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be Nearer, my God to thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable What private griefs they have, alas I know not, That made them do it they are wise and honourable, And will no doubts wit.
It friendship redoubleth joys, and cutteth griefs in halves.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
If our inward grief's were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied.
Our trials, our sorrows, and our griefs develop us....
Those griefs smart most which are seen to be of our own choice.
So happy be the issue, brother England,
Of this good day and of this gracious meeting
As we are now glad to behold your eyes-
Your eyes, which hitherto have home in them,
Against the French that met them in their bent,
The fatal balls of murdering basilisks;
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality; and that this day
Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
Man needs to suffer. When he does not have real griefs he creates them.
Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though sometimes it is hard to realize this. For the world was built to develop character, and we must learn that the setbacks and griefs which we endure help us in our marching onward.
They which have no hope of a life to come, may extend their griefs for the loss of this, and equal the days of their mourning with the years of the life of man.
Friendship redoubleth joys, and cutteth griefs in half.
No, no 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
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