A Quote by John Greenleaf Whittier

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'. — © John Greenleaf Whittier
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'
Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. For all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, "could have, might have, should have,and might have been." Create yourself and live the story of your own unique life.
The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been.
The Moral is that gardeners pine, Whene'er no pods adorn the vine. Of all sad words experience gleans, The saddest are: It might have beans.
Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.
Too late! The two saddest words in any tongue.
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry, and smile and say, "No I'm happy for you"? Thats when it's really sad.
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -
The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.
One of the saddest sights to me has always been a human at a keyboard doing something by hand that could be automated. It's sad but hilarious.
When church and state are separate, the effects are happy, and they do not at all interfere with each other: but where they have been confounded together, no tongue nor pen can fully describe the mischiefs that have ensued.
Wordstruck is exactly what I was—and still am: crazy about the sound of words, the look of words, the taste of words, the feeling for words on the tongue and in the mind.
Words are the pen of the heart, but music is the pen of the soul.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.
In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty.
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