What did Sarah Chauncey Woolsey mean by: Men die but sorrow never dies. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA Copy
+ …this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun. Author, July 16, 2023January 2, 2025, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, Morning, Pause, Rest, 0 Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA
+ Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover. Author, August 5, 2023January 2, 2025, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, Forgiveness, Growth, Reflection, 0 Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA
+ Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, Forgiveness, Frustration, Injustice, 0 Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA
+ The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days! Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, Longing, Nature, Romance, 0 Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA
+ Earth’s saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart! Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, Contrast, Joy, Sadness, 0 Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA
+ … And God, who studies each separate soul, out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, Redemption, Spirituality, Unity, 0 Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA
+ The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, Emotion, Nature, Strength, 0 Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA
+ Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, Hope, Opportunity, Renewal, 0 Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Author · USA
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I won’t bet $100 against house odds between now and the grave. Read explanation Charlie Munger Business person
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you’ll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
