Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes About Sorrow
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Go forth into the busy world and love it. Interest yourself in its life, mingle kindly with its joys and sorrows.
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The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.
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The rain has spoiled the farmer's day; Shall sorrow put my books away? Thereby are two days lost.
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Man sheds grief as his skin sheds rain.
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For each thorn, there's a rosebud... For each twilight - a dawn... For each trial - the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud - a rainbow... For each shadow - the sun... For each parting - sweet memories when sorrow is done.
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What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.[What is a sorrow? A feeling whose benefits have not yet been discovered]
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What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, and yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.
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Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. Then there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.
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Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up
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We do not live an equal life, but one of contrasts and patchwork; now a little joy, then a sorrow, now a sin, then a generous or brave action.
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Silent rushes the swift Lord Through ruined systems still restored, Broadsowing, bleak and void to bless, Plants with worlds the wilderness; Waters with tears of ancient sorrow Apples of Eden ripe to-morrow. House and tenant go to ground, Lost in God, in Godhead found.
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In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.
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Sorrow makes us all children again.
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Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing.
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