We should not clap our hands and mourn, for he is out of trouble. You are still in it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It takes two hands to clap.
I can clap with one hand.
If any of you cry at my funeral, I'll never speak to you again!
It takes two hands to clap! I cannot be solely blamed for what happened in my relationships! If things soured, it happened because of both parties. Not just me!
Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes,' he said, his voice rising as applause and cheers mounted. 'Shake it off. Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'. We are going to press on. We have work to do.
Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.
If anyone at my funeral has a long face, I'll never speak to him again.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.