A Quote by Robert Blair

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance. — © Robert Blair
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance
You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.
It is from the remembrance of joys we have lost that the arrows of affliction are pointed.
The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.
How very beautiful and consoling our faith is! For the little work we do here on earth it promises in return all the joys of assured happiness.
The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.
How painful it is to find that my figure can be of no help to my future... how painful to see it rejected on account of a slanderous suspicion!
I haven't died in a movie in a while,'The Departed,' 'Body of Lies,' 'Revolutionary Road,' 'Shutter Island' and 'Inception.' I guess I did die in 'The Departed.'
And he departed from our sight that we might return to our hearts and find him there. For he left us, and behold, he is here.
US administration does not want me to return. People forget how I ended up in Russia. They waited until I departed Hong Kong to cancel my passport in order to trap me in Russia, because it's the most effective attack they have against me, given the political climate in the United States.
The world so quickly adjusts itself after any loss, that the return of the departed would nearly always throw it, even the circle most interested, into confusion.
Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.
Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.
The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.
To most teenagers, life is a strange uncharted land filled with a mixture of new joys, intensely felt, and painful confusions for which they know no anodyne.
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