“It was in His parting sorrow--that Jesus asked His disciples to remember Him; and never was entreaty of affection answered so; for ever since has His name been breathed in morning and evening prayers that none can count, and has brought down some gift of sanctity and peace on the anguish of bereavement, and the remorse of sin.” RememberJesusNamesPrayerSinMorningSorrowAffectionEveningDiscipleAnguishRemorseBereavementPartingSanctityEvening Prayer Book:A Martineau year book: Extracts from sermons Source: A Martineau year book: Extracts from sermons
“A verse of Scripture in the morning, may become a blessing for all the day. It may sing in the heart as a sweet song, from morning until evening. It may become a liturgy of prayer in which the soul shall voice its deepest needs and hungers-amid toils, struggles, and cares. It may be a guide through perplexing tangles, Gods voice whispering cheer, a comforter breathing peace in sorrow.” NeedsHeartMaySoulCareSongVoicePrayerMorningStruggleSweetSorrowBlessingHungerGuidesScriptureEveningBreathingCheerVersesToilWhisperingLiturgyComforter Author:J.R. Miller
“The first book by an African American I read was Carl T. Rowan's memoir, Go South to Sorrow. I found it on the bookshelf at the back of my fifth-grade classroom, an adult book. I can remember the quality of the morning on which I read. It was a sunlit morning in January, a Saturday morning, cold, high, empty. I sat in a rectangle of sunlight, near the grate of the floor heater in the yellow bedroom. And as I read, I became aware of warmth and comfort and optimism. I was made aware of my comfort by the knowledge that others were not, are not, comforted. Carl Rowan at my age was not comforted.” FirstsMadeI CanBookAgeRememberFoundQualityMorningColdSorrowComfortAdultsEmptyOptimismSouthMemoirAfrican AmericanSatGradesWarmthYellowClassroomSunlightBedroomSaturdayFifthJanuaryBookshelvesFifth GradeSaturday MorningGrateRectangles Author:Richard Rodriguez
“No doubt hard work is a great police agent. If everybody were worked from morning till night, and then carefully locked up, the register of crime might be greatly diminished. But what would become of human nature? Where would be the room for growth in such a system of things? It is through sorrow and mirth, plenty and need, a variety of passions, circumstances, and temptations, even through sin and misery, that men's natures are developed.” IfsMenNeedsHumansHardMightWould BeNightPassionGrowthSinRoomsMorningDoubtHuman NatureCrimeHard WorkCircumstancesSorrowPoliceMiseryTemptationAgentsPlentyVarietyNo DoubtLockedRegisterMirthLocked Up Book:Friends in Council: A Series of Readings and Discourse Thereon Source: Friends in Council: A Series of Readings and Discourse Thereon
“Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.” MayTodayLastsNightMorningDogTomorrowSorrowButterfly Author:John Wolcot
“The bride and groom-May their joys be as bright as the morning, and their sorrows but shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.” LoveMayJoyMarriageMorningSorrowShadowFadesSunlightBridesBride And Groom Author:Minna Antrim