Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton - We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

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Joseph Campbell - Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.

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Mary Roach - Heroism doesn't always happen in a burst of glory. Sometimes small triumphs and large hearts change the course of history

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Tanesha Grant - As Black people, we are told we don’t deserve our own holidays rooted in our own history. Everything is whitewashed.

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Arthur Schopenhauer - Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people

Arthur Schopenhauer - Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people

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Charles Spurgeon - Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.

Charles Spurgeon - Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.

Sophocles - The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

Sophocles - The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

JOSEPH ADDISON - Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters, the

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John Adams - Our obligations to our country never cease but with our lives.

John Adams - Our obligations to our country never cease but with our lives.

John Adams - “Our obligations to our country never cease but with our lives.”

John Adams - “Our obligations to our country never cease but with our lives.”

Nikolai Gogol - Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.

Nikolai Gogol - Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.

VICTOR HUGO - Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could

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Jean Paul - Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

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