Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools.
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When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.
In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and to the young, it comes with bitterest agony because it takes them unawares. I have had experience enough to know what I say.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
It's amazing the things that you cry at. I cry when I smell my son's hair in the morning. We have a moment of peace and I'll be like, 'Ahhhh! How can you love this much?'
I've found a different way to scent the air: already it's a by-word for despair.
Our trials, our sorrows, and our grieves develop us.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.
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