A Quote by Matthew Henry

Every tear of sorrow sown by the righteous springs up a pearl. — © Matthew Henry
Every tear of sorrow sown by the righteous springs up a pearl.
Women have a smile for every joy, a tear for every sorrow, a consolation for every grief, an excuse for every fault, a prayer for every misfortune, and encouragement for every hope.
Poetry is the sister of Sorrow. Every man that suffers and weeps is a poet; every tear is a verse, and every heart a poem.
Whenever sorrow comes, be kind to it. For God has placed a pearl in sorrow’s hand.
All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.
Whatever kind of seed is sown in a field, prepared in due season, a plant of that same kind, marked with the peculiar qualities of the seed, springs up in it.
The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.
We do not become righteous by doing righteous deed but, having been made righteous, we do righteous deeds.
You know, what makes the prison disappear is every deep, serious attachment. To be friends, to be brothers, to love; that opens the prison through sovereign power, through a most powerful spell. But he who doesn't have that remains in death. But where sympathy springs up again, life springs up again.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
A pearl goes up for auction. No one has enough, so the pearl buys itself.
Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!
Whatever pearl you seek, look for the pearl within the pearl!
The end for which we are created invites us to walk a road that is surely sown with a lot of thorns, but it is not sad; through even the sorrow, it is illuminated by joy.
Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share?
For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.
What I'm trying to do is be righteous. And when I say “righteous,” I don't mean God. You know? God- Righteous. I mean just when I wake up, I know I was honest to myself.
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