A Quote by Harriet Beecher Stowe

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. — © Harriet Beecher Stowe
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Words and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.
Blaire, This teardrop represents many things. The tears I know you’ve shed over holding your mother’s piece of satin. The tears you’ve shed over each loss you’ve experienced. But it also represents the tears we’ve both shed as we’ve felt the little life inside you begin to move. The tears I’ve shed over the fact I’ve been given someone like you to love. I never imagined anyone like you Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you I’m humbled that you chose me. This is your something blue. I love you, Rush
Anyway, it's gone. And there's nothing left in my pocket to charm you. So from now on it's going to have to be tears or nothing I'm afraid. That's all I've got left to tell you see: tears, tears, tears.
The words you'll most regret Are the ones that are left unsaid.
All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
If I have all the tears that are shed on Broadway by guys in love, I will have enough salt water to start an opposition ocean to the Atlantic and Pacific, with enough left over to run the Great Salt Lake out of business. But I wish to say I never shed any of these tears personally, because I am never in love, and furthermore, barring a bad break, I never expect to be in love, for the way I look at it love is strictly the old phedinkus, and I tell the little guy as much.
What is left unsaid gets in the way of the relationship. What is left unasked-for is a missed opportunity.
Pay no attention to the faults of others, things done or left undone by others. Consider only what by oneself is done or left undone.
The duty of the words is to say just as much as the music has left unsaid and no more.
You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
All our media are given over to things that are better left unsaid.
With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.
Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end.
Allow not sleep to close your eyes before three times reflecting on Your actions of the day. What deeds Done well, what not, what left undone?
?True love isn't expressed in passionately whispered words an intimate kiss or a embrace; before two people are married, love is expressed in self-control, patience, even words left unsaid.
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