O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.
Interpretation
Friendship holds the key to understanding our life stories.
This quote suggests that the essence of our life's narrative can often be found reflected in the relationships we cultivate, particularly with friends. It emphasizes the importance of friendship as a lens through which we can revisit our experiences and emotions, revealing deeper insights into our individual stories.
In practice
In a speech about the value of friendship, I would use this quote to emphasize how our friends enrich our lives.
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.
God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... _x000D_ The wrong shall fail,_x000D_ The right prevail,_x000D_ With peace on earth, good will to men.
In the long run men hit only what they aim at.
It is one of the major tragedies that nothing is more discomforting than the hearty affection of the Old Friends who never were friends.
A true friend is the most precious of all possessions and the one we take the least thought about acquiring.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.
Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.
We were not just competitors and colleagues, we were friends. We had a lot of opportunities to reflect on this in the last year. It was a competitive brotherhood.
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