But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
Benjamin DisraeliRead
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Interpretation
A sister's voice can be a source of comfort during difficult times.
This quote emphasizes the significant emotional support and solace that a sister can provide during moments of grief and hardship. It highlights the unique bond shared between siblings, particularly sisters, who can offer understanding and compassion when one is faced with sorrow.
In practice
In a eulogy, one might use this quote to express the comfort a sister provides during loss.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.
Yes, I am a Jew and when the ancestors of the right honorable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were priests in the temple of Solomon.
The practice of politics in the East may be defined by one word: dissimulation.
The profound thinker always suspects that he is superficial.
I think when you become a parent you go from being a star in the movie of your own life to the supporting player in the movie of someone else's.
I don't like the word 'businesswoman.' Perhaps 'committed mother' would be the best description.
My mother was the first woman in the county in Indiana where we were born, in Jay County, to have a college degree. She was educated as a pianist and she wanted to concertize, but when the war came she was married, had a family, so she started teaching.
I don't care who is attacking my son. I still support him; I still love him.
You stayed around your children as long as you could, inhaling the ambient gold shavings of their childhood, and at the last minute you tried to see them off into life and hoped that the little piece of time you’d given them was enough to prevent them from one day feeling lonely and afraid and hopeless. You wouldn’t know the outcome for a long time.
My mother never, ever told me about evilness. She only saw the beautiful things... she wanted to protect me from it.
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