What did Henry Ward Beecher mean by: Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps. - Henry Ward Beecher Copy
+ Conscience is the frame of character, and love is the covering for it. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Ward Beecher, Character, Love, Personality, 0 - Henry Ward Beecher
+ A mother’s prayers, silent and gentle, can never miss the road to the throne of all bounty. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Ward Beecher, Missing, Mother, Prayer, 0 - Henry Ward Beecher
+ Make men large and strong and tyranny will bankrupt itself in making shackles for them. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Ward Beecher, Strong, 0 - Henry Ward Beecher
+ Half the spiritual difficulties that men and women suffer arise from a morbid state of health. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Ward Beecher, Spiritual Life, Suffering, 0 - Henry Ward Beecher
+ It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Ward Beecher, Love, War, 0 - Henry Ward Beecher
+ That state of mind in which a man is impressed with invisible things is faith. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Ward Beecher, Faith, Mind, 0 - Henry Ward Beecher
+ May we be satisfied with nothing that shall not have in it something of immortality. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Ward Beecher, Immortality, Satisfied, 0 - Henry Ward Beecher
+ Religion would save a man; Christ would make him worth saving. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Ward Beecher, Jesus, Saving, 0 - Henry Ward Beecher
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
