“When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.”

I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend’s prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief.

No one who goes against her can win.

Courage is the gift of character

The God knows when to smile.

Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.

Worse than a true evil is it to bear the burden of faults that are not truly yours.

The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.

Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes angry.

Enough is abundance to the wise.

Surely again, to heal men’s wounds by music’s spell.

Some wisdom you must learn from one who’s wise.

Whoso neglects learning in his youth, loses his past and is dead for the future.

It’s the wise man who stays home when he’s drunk.

We must take care of our minds because we cannot benefit from beauty when our brains are missing.

Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Letting go may hurt for a bit, but its long-term effect is worth it.

Last winter was colder than usual. Maybe it was the warmth that died with the millions of lives covid stole, or maybe it was the way close people betrayed me and left a gaping hole.

But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

Poetry saved my torn heart.

The irony is that he broke the only person he never wanted to hurt.

When it hurts, you feel it. But when it pains, you’re numb.

If feel like we not close as we was and it’s hurting me.

I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.