Top 100 Sophie Swetchine Quotes
#1. Prayer has a right to the word "ineffable." It is an hour of outpourings which words cannot express,
of that interior speech which we do not articulate, even when we employ it.
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#2. We must labor unceasingly to render our piety reasonable, and our reason pious.
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#3. Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.
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#4. The root of sanctity is sanity. A man must be healthy before he can be holy. We bathe first, and then perfume.
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#6. The best advice on the art of being happy is about as easy to follow as advice to be well when one is sick.
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#7. In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.
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#9. The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.
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#10. If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.
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#11. Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.
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#12. When we see the shameful fortunes amassed in all quarters of the globe, are we not impelled to exclaim that Judas' thirty pieces of silver have fructified across the centuries?
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#13. Providence has hidden a charm in difficult undertakings, which is appreciated only by those who dare to grapple with them.
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#14. The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy.
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#15. There is nothing at all in life, except what we put there.
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#16. 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.
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#18. Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.
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#19. Impassioned characters never attain their mark till they have overshot it.
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#20. The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love.
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#21. All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.
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#22. When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains.
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#23. There are but two future verbs which man may appropriate confidently and without pride: "I shall suffer," and "I shall die.
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#25. One must be a somebody before they can have a enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.
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#26. God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.
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#27. We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more.
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#28. He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity.
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#29. Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.
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#31. Strength alone knows conflict, weakness is born vanquished.
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#32. 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.
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#36. In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.
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#37. 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.
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#38. Indifferent souls never part. Impassioned souls part, and return to one another, because they can do no better.
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#39. Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others.
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#40. America has begun her career at the culminating point of life, as Adam did at the age of thirty.
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#42. We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui.
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#43. When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.
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#44. Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we
we divine it.
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#47. The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril.
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#48. Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.
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#50. There are not good things enough in life to indemnify us for the neglect of a single duty.
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#51. True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.
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#52. In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost.
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#53. We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.
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#54. Our faults afflict us more than our good deeds console. Pain is ever uppermost in the conscience as in the heart.
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#55. Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the wounds of the other.
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#56. Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.
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#57. Let us shun everything, which might tend to efface the primitive lineaments of our individuality. Let us reflect that each one of us is a thought of God.
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#58. Let us resist the opinion of the world fearlessly, provided only that our self-respect grows in proportion to our indifference.
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#59. The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself.
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#61. In order to have an enemy, one must be somebody. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force. A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.
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#62. Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.
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#64. The ideal friendship is to feel as one while remaining two.
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#65. Respect is a serious thing in him who feels it, and the height of honor for him who inspires the feeling.
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#66. 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.
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#69. The chains which cramp us most are those which weigh on us least.
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#70. Resignation is, to some extent, spoiled for me by the fact that it is so entirely conformable to the laws of common-sense. I should like just a little more of the supernatural in the practice of my favorite virtue.
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#71. Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones.
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#72. There are words which are worth as much as the best actions, for they contain the germ of them all.
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#73. It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.
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#74. A friendship will be young after the lapse of half a century; a passion is old at the end of three months.
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#75. Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?
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#76. My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.
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#77. I can understand the things that afflict mankind, but I often marvel at God those which console. An atom may wound, but God alone can heal.
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#79. We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past.
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#82. To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.
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#83. Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all.
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#84. There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost.
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#85. Poor humanity!
so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.
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#86. As we advance in life the circle of our pains enlarges, while that of our pleasures contracts.
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#87. If we look closely at this earth, where God seems so utterly forgotten, we shall find that it is He, after all, who commands the most fidelity and the most love.
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#89. To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.
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#90. The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack
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#91. If it were ever allowable to forget what is due to superiority of rank, it would be when the privileged themselves remember it.
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#92. There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time.
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#93. We recognize the action of God in great things: we exclude it in small. We forget that the Lord of eternity is also the Lord of the hour.
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#94. The inventory of my faith for this lower world is soon made out. I believe in Him who made it.
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#95. We do not judge men by what they are in themselves, but by what they are relatively to us.
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#96. Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble.
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#97. We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.
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#98. Liberty must be a mighty thing; for by it God punishes and rewards nations.
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#99. Might we not say to the confused voices which sometimes arise from the depths of our being: "Ladies, be so kind as to speak only four at a time?"
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#100. Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.
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