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What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don’t remember me at all.
Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Our trials, our sorrows, and our grieves develop us.