Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of Grief the blunder of a life.
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Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of Grief the blunder of a life.
Life's not a paragraph
And death I think is no parenthesis.
People need to be made more aware of the need to work at learning how to live because life is so quick and sometimes it goes away too quickly.
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.
Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.
Nature which governs the whole will soon change all things which thou seest, and out of there substance will make other things, and again other things from the substance of them, in order that the world may ever be new.
Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors. I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free, and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?
The human understanding is unquiet; it cannot stop or rest, and still presses onward, but in vain. Therefore it is that we cannot conceive of any end or limit to the world, but always as of necessity it occurs to us that there is something beyond... But he is no less an unskilled and shallow philosopher who seeks causes of that which is most general, than he who in things subordinate and subaltern omits to do so.
That pile of paper on his left side went on living like the watch on a dead soldier's wrist.