A Quote by Jane Welsh Carlyle

all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time. — © Jane Welsh Carlyle
all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
One feels as if it could never, never be less. And yet all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.
I certainly have a lot to lament, as do we all, everybody has their griefs. But the griefs we can fix, shouldn't we go around fixing them?
There was no time for bitterness now: eat bitterness, and bitterness eats you.
Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man's heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.
Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.
Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.
God heals the sicknesses and the griefs by making the sicknesses and the griefs his suffering and his grief. In the image of the crucified God the sick and dying can see themselves, because in them the crucified God recognizes himself.
Griefs upon griefs! Disappointments upon disappointments. What then? This is a gay, merry world notwithstanding.
Acrid bitterness inevitably seeps into the lives of people who harbor grudges and suppress anger, and bitterness is always a poison. It keeps your pain alive instead of letting you deal with it and get beyond it. Bitterness sentences you to relive the hurt over and over.
One can never regret the decisions made at the time you make them, because that can only lead to bitterness and sadness.
Down the well," Angela repeated, and had to go sit down and hold on to her letter opener. It was in the shape of a dagger. Angela said holding it soothed her; seeing Angela hold it did not soothe Kami.
The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness
Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
God causes us to promise in time of peace what He exacts from us in time of war; He enables us to make our abandonments in joy, but He requires the fulfilment of them in the midst of much bitterness.
Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.
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