A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child
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A selected quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child
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Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain
Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk
There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
Men are but children of a larger growth.