“O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well to leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of Fate, lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel stay those who to thy sacred portals come to waste the gifts of Freedom.” WellsChildrenHandsHurtWhiteLibertyFateSorrowWasteSacredLiftsBreastsGatesGoddessSteelFoldsPortal Book:The Writings of Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Poems Source: The Writings of Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Poems
“Friends given by God in mercy and in love; My counsellors, my comforters, and guides; My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy; Companions of my young desires; in doubt My oracles; my wings in high pursuit. Oh! I remember, and will ne'er forget Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours; Our burning words, that utter'd all the soul, Our faces beaming with unearthly love;-- Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope Exulting, heart embracing heart entire.” HeartSoulRememberFacesYoungJoyDesireGivenHoursForgetGriefDoubtFriendsSorrowMercySacredWingsMeetingsGuidesPursuitChosenSpotsBurningBlissCompanionOraclesComforterCounsellorsSorrow Love Author:Robert Pollok
“If I were poet now, I would not resist the temptation to trace my life back through the delicate shadows of my childhood to the precious and sheltered sources of my earliest memories. But these possessions are far too dear and sacred for the person I now am to spoil for myself. All there is to say of my childhood is that it was good and happy. I was given the freedom to discover my own inclinations and talents, to fashion my inmost pleasures and sorrows myself and to regard the future not as an alien higher power but as the hope and product of my own strength.” IfsPersonsGivenMemoriesMy OwnPleasureChildhoodTalentFashionPoetProductsSourceHigherSorrowShadowRegardSacredDearPossessionTemptationAliensDelicateInclinationSpoilHigher Power Author:Hermann Hesse
“The man who has learned to triumph over sorrow wears his miseries as though they were sacred fillets upon his brow; and nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.” MenGriefHe ManSorrowSacredMiseryTriumphWretchedAdmirableBrows Author:Seneca the Younger
“The true Christian reaction to suffering and sorrow is not the attitude of self-pity, fatalism or resentment; it is the spirit which takes life's difficulties as a God given opportunity, and regards its troubles as a sacred trust, and wears the thorns as a crown.” SelfChristianJoySpiritSufferingOpportunityGivenAttitudeTroubleSorrowDifficultyRegardSacredReactionsPityResentmentCrownsThornsSelf PityFatalismGiven Opportunity Author:James Stewart
“I am the way into the city of woe. I am the way to a forsaken people. I am the way into eternal sorrow. Sacred justice moved my architect. I was raised here by divine omnipotence, Primordial love and ultimate intellect. Only those elements time cannot wear Were made before me, and beyond time I stand. Abandon all hope ye who enter here.” PeopleWayMadeJusticeCitiesDivineSorrowElementsEternalUltimateSacredMovedRaisedIntellectAbandonArchitectWoeOmnipotenceForsaken Book:The inferno Source: The inferno
“When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags—without desires—shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I—free, fearless, and blissful—retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?” DreamBodyAgeLastsJoyDesireSeeingCrimeSorrowSolitudeMountainSacredForestsCertaintyFearlessSicknessCompanionRetiringRags Book:Zorba the Greek Source: Zorba the Greek
“A sacred burden is this life ye bear, Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly; Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.” LifeLooksWinningGoalSinWalksFailingFailureBearsSorrowSacredBurdenThis LifeLiftsOnward And Upward Author:Fanny Kemble