A Quote by Max Muller

The evil-doer mourns in the next; he mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work. — © Max Muller
The evil-doer mourns in the next; he mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work.
Whoever mourns the dead mourns himself.
When a man mourns for someone who has played him false, it is not for love of her, but for his own humiliation at not having deserved her trust.
The real artist has no pride. Unfortunately he sees that his art has no limits. He feels obscurely how far he is from the goal. While he is perhaps being admired by others, he mourns the fact that he has not yet reached the point to which his better genius, like a distant sun, ever beckons to him.
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?
The holier a man becomes, the more he mourns over the unholiness which remains in him.
All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
The brooding is better than the joy because even if the heart fills with happiness, it still mourns.
Guilt is the most destructive of all emotions. It mourns what has been while playing no part in what may be, now or in the future.
We are not the only animal that mourns; apes do, and elephants, and dogs. Yet we are the only one that tortures.
Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea.
One rational voice is dumb: over a grave The household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved. Sad is Eros, builder of cities, And weeping anarchic Aphrodite.
Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of his death, which distresses her so much that she forgets not the slightest detail about it.
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