“There are griefs which grow with years.”

The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.

He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.

Money is a great help everywhere; – can’t have too much, if you get it honestly.

All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.

It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed – who cannot speak for themselves.

To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.

there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.

O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, “Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!

Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.

Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?

There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.

People will accept your ideas much more readily if you tell them that Benjamin Franklin said it first. Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good to do no harm.

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.

O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!

Witness, eternal God! Oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!

Where shall I turn, what shall I do?’ are the voices of people grieving. Idleness is torture. In all times and places, nature abhors a vacuum.

I have a heart of glass, When I break I don’t fall apart, I shatter.

This year, I will let grief walk by my side, but I will lead the way.

I became fluent in all their leaving i became in all the grieving.

This pandemic has felt like a constant battle between grief and gratitude.

They expect me to feel like spring but my heart is full of April showers.

Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.

I thought the answer was to bury the pain deep within, but nothing grows from grief.