Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.
It works both ways: there are victims of tragedy who come to me who have experienced grief of such magnitude that they cannot reconcile. Likewise, I cannot change the mentality of those who committed the crimes or the fools who followed them.
One feels as if it could never, never be less. And yet all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
Time begins the healing process of wounds cut deeply by oppression. We soothe ourselves with the salve of attempted indifference, accepting the false pattern set up by the horrible restriction of Jim Crow laws.
Reconciliations are for after the violence has ended.
You figure that time could heal all wounds, but some people just really hold a crazy grudge.
Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.
I've known for years that resentments don't hurt the person we resent, but they do hurt us.
There is nothing that people bear more impatiently, or forgive less, than contempt: and an injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.
There is a time when even justice brings harm.