(D)espair never lives long in young hearts
Louisa May AlcottI want to do something splendid…
Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead…
I think I shall write books.
It’s genius simmering, perhaps. I’ll let it simmer, and see what comes of it,” he said, with a secret suspicion all the while that it wasn’t genius, but something far more common. Whatever it was, it simmered to some purpose, for he grew more and more discontented with his desultory life, began to long for some real and earnest work to go at, soul and body, and finally came to the wise conclusion that everyone who loved music was not a composer.
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…feeling as if all the happiness and support of their lives was about to be taken from them.
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The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.
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I wish I had no heart, it aches so…
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…the little girls wore a grave, troubled expression, as if sorrow was a new experience to them.
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…in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.
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Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.
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such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe…
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