The sacrifices of friendship were beautiful in her eyes as long as she was not asked to make them.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
She knows more of love than the poets can say, and her eyes offer something that won't go away.
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.