The best advice on the art of being happy is about as easy to follow as advice to be well when one is sick. Sophie Swetchine More Quotes by Sophie Swetchine More Quotes From Sophie Swetchine The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack Sophie Swetchine grief sympathy world The only true method of action in this world is to be in it, but not of it. Sophie Swetchine method action world To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others. Sophie Swetchine memorable love romantic Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them. Sophie Swetchine affection given soul The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself. Sophie Swetchine excess liberty doe Liberty must be a mighty thing; for by it God punishes and rewards nations. Sophie Swetchine rewards nations liberty The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril. Sophie Swetchine gun compassion people What is resignation? It is putting God between one's self and one's grief. Sophie Swetchine resignation grief self There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply. Sophie Swetchine falsehood deserve Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old age, like solitude and sorrow, has its revelations. Sophie Swetchine shining light faith Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes. Sophie Swetchine eye kindness steps A good, finished scandal, fully armed and equipped, such as circulates in the world, is rarely the production of a single individual, or even of a single coterie. It sees the light in one; is rocked and nurtured in another; is petted, developed, and attains its growth in a third; and receives its finishing touches only after passing through a multitude of hands. It is a child that can count a host of fathers--all ready to disown it. Sophie Swetchine light father children The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a saint who returns him thanks. Sophie Swetchine grief christian god Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones. Sophie Swetchine adventure inspirational travel It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides. Sophie Swetchine sorrow limits sides Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly. Sophie Swetchine nightfall silence lost Respect is a serious thing in him who feels it, and the height of honor for him who inspires the feeling. Sophie Swetchine respect feelings inspire Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together. Sophie Swetchine virtue together hands In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow. Sophie Swetchine obstacles flow retirement If it were ever allowable to forget what is due to superiority of rank, it would be when the privileged themselves remember it. Sophie Swetchine pride would-be remember
