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Darkness cannot shut me in again. I have had a glimpse of the shore, and can now live by the hope of reaching it.
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Darkness cannot shut me in again. I have had a glimpse of the shore, and can now live by the hope of reaching it.
The tears don’t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so.
She had learned to know how comforting a smile, even from a stranger, may be.
We’ve got each other, Anne. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here--if you’d never come.
Not that I speak because of lack, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content in it.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
My God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
Rejoice in the Lord always! Again I will say, “Rejoice!”
Let your gentleness be known to all men. The Lord is at hand.
In nothing be anxious, but in everything, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.
And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your thoughts in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brothers, whatever things are true, whatever things are honorable, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report: if there is any virtue and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
I thought that a fairer era of life was beginning for me, one that was to have its flowers and pleasures, as well as its thorns and toils.
I looked at the blank wall: it seemed a sky thick with ascending stars,—every one lit me to a purpose or delight.
Jane, I will be your brother—my sisters will be your sisters—without stipulating for this sacrifice of your just rights.
This was wealth indeed!—wealth to the heart!—a mine of pure, genial affections.
Anyone who is kind wants to know when people have been made happy. They care for that more than for being thanked.
If Nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that--warm things, kind things, sweet things--help and comfort and laughter--and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.
Throughout all that first night spent in the garret, she had felt a vague comfort in knowing that on the other side of the wall in which the rats scuffled and squeaked there was another young human creature. And during the nights that followed the sense of comfort grew.
Martha stayed with her until tea-time, but they sat in comfortable quiet and talked very little.
She had been actually happy all the time; and dozens and dozens of the tiny, pale green points were to be seen in cleared places, looking twice as cheerful as they had looked before when the grass and weeds had been smothering them.
Each of them kept looking up at her comfortable rosy face, secretly curious about the delightful feeling she gave them—a sort of warm, supported feeling. It seemed as if she understood them as Dickon understood his “creatures.
My optimism, then, does not rest on the absence of evil, but on a glad belief in the preponderance of good and a willing effort always to coöperate with the good, that it may prevail.
I believe we should so act that we may draw nearer and more near the age when no man shall live at his ease while another suffers.
In the midst of my perplexity I read an essay of Stevenson which made me feel as if I had been "outing" in the sunshine, instead of losing heart over a difficult task. I tried again with new courage and succeeded almost before I knew it.
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