“I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trails are often blessings in disguise.”
“And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.”
“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise”
“The biggest blessings are often disguised in the shape of tears.”
“Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.”
“It seemed like way too much work, cleaning up my grief.”