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grief sorrow opinion
Grief is not in the nature of things, but in opinion. Marcus Tullius Cicero
grief past natural-talent
Everyone knows how to love,because we are all born with that gift.Some people have a natural talent for it but the majority of us have to re-learn,to remember how to love,and everyone,without exception,needs o burn on the bonfire of past emotions,to relieve certain joys and griefs,certain ups and downs,until they can see the connecting thread that exists behind each new encounter;because there is a connecting thread. Paulo Coelho
grief loss childhood
When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss. It was more than that. It was the period in which we suffered more total losses than in all the rest of our life put together. John Berger
grief thinking suffering
Anyone who is contemplating going to Afghanistan does need to think very carefully about the consequences, both to them and their families in terms of the grief they may suffer, as well as contemplate the legal action that might follow on their return, if they were to return, Geoff Hoon
love friendship happiness
Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence. Sydney Smith
love inspirational life
Do not worry about your difficulties in Mathematics. I can assure you mine are still greater. Albert Einstein
love inspirational life
Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.
love family happiness
The only thing more dangerous than ignorance is arrogance
love rain heart
There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she. Algernon Charles Swinburne
love life butterfly
Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.
love infinite mercy
Marvellous mercies and infinite love.
love blow sky
O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying. Alfred Lord Tennyson
love hate scorn
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.