"Then was I as a tree whose..." - Quote by William Shakespeare
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.
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More on Loss
“I have nothing but the embittered sun;Banished heroic mother moon and vanished,And now that I have come to fifty yearsI must endure the timid sun.”
“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form”
“Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.”
More on Adversity
“You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.”
“You see, now that trials have come, they have shown that I am NOT a nice child. I was afraid they would. Perhaps... that is what they were sent for... I suppose there MIGHT be good in things, even if we don't see it.”
“It is much better to learn to deal with the ills we have now than to speculate on those that may befall us.”