Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one’s position, and be bruised in a new place.
A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel any day.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of life.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
We need never be ashamed of our tears.
The string of a man’s purse is often the only thing that distinguishes him from a beast.
A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
I am always at a loss to know how much to believe of my own stories.
I do not love money, but what it will buy: health, pleasure, and the best of everything.
Washington Irving Quotes part 2
Laughter is the antidote to grief and a great way to bond with others.
It is in vain to expect our prayers to be heard if we do not strive as well as pray.
Age is a matter of feeling, not years.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one’s position, and be bruised in a new place.
A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel any day.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of life.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
We need never be ashamed of our tears.
The string of a man’s purse is often the only thing that distinguishes him from a beast.
A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
I am always at a loss to know how much to believe of my own stories.
I do not love money, but what it will buy: health, pleasure, and the best of everything.
Laughter is the antidote to grief and a great way to bond with others.
It is in vain to expect our prayers to be heard if we do not strive as well as pray.
Age is a matter of feeling, not years.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one’s position, and be bruised in a new place.
A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel any day.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of life.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
We need never be ashamed of our tears.
The string of a man’s purse is often the only thing that distinguishes him from a beast.
A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
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