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laughing waiting cry
Make them laugh, make them cry, make them wait. Charles Dickens
laughing soul enemy
My soul, never laugh at sin's fooleries, lest thou come to smile at sin itself. It is thine enemy, and thy Lord's enemy. Charles Spurgeon
laughing belly belly-laughs
I was learning that among friends, a smile can be better than a belly laugh. Alan Bradley
laughing doubt independence
Nothing important was ever accomplished without chutzpah. Columbus had chutzpah. The signers of the Declaration of Independence had chutzpah. Don't ever aim doubt at yourself. Laugh at yourself, but don't doubt yourself. Alan Alda
laughing joy joy-of-life
I love to laugh, I love the joy of life, and I love sharing it. Chita Rivera
laughing people magic
I just always loved stand-up. It's like magic. You say something, and a whole room full of people laughs together. Say something else, they laugh again. The fact that people come to see that and participate in that... I don't know, it's just like magic. Dave Chappelle
laughing people listening
When you read comic material and people aren't laughing how do you know they're listening. David Sedaris
laughing news bigs
To say that a humorist exaggerates to get big laughs, I don't see how that's big news. David Sedaris
laughing people flaws
The one flaw in this is that you can't hear the people laughing. Buddy Ebsen
joy missionary given
My only joys therefore are that when God has given me a work to do, I have not refused it. Charles Studd
joy world rewards
Does the world satisfy thee? Then thou hast thy reward & portion in this life; make much of it, for thou shalt know no other joy Charles Spurgeon
joy today christ
Our hope in Christ for the future is the mainspring and the mainstay of our joy down here today. Charles Spurgeon
joy world ends
Our joy ends where love of the world begins. Charles Spurgeon
joy suffering sorrow
Sorrow for sin should be the keenest sorrow; joy in the Lord should be the loftiest joy. Charles Spurgeon
joy sorrow sin
That conversion which is all joy and lacks sorrow for sin, is very questionable. Charles Spurgeon
joy grandfather kind
My grandfather was a provider. Work, any kind of work, was the joy of his life. So I grew up having a certain relationship to work. It was something that I always wanted. Al Pacino
joy gone delight
We may as well face it: the whole level of spirituality among us is low. We have measured ourselves by ourselves until the incentive to seek higher plateaus in the things of the Spirit is all but gone (We) have imitated the world, sought popular favor, manufactured delights to substitute for the joy of the Lord and produced a cheap and synthetic power to substitute for the power of the Holy Ghost. Aiden Wilson Tozer
joy challenges pure
Challenge your limitations for the pure joy of challenge. Chin-Ning Chu
sorrow sin repentance
Slight sorrow for sin is sufficient, provided it at the same time produces amendment. Charles Caleb Colton
sorrow abstinence remains
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly. Charles Dickens
sorrow may cry-the-beloved-country
But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich. Alan Paton
sorrow comfort
Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort. William Shakespeare
sorrow storm comfort
Be of comfort, and your heavy sorrow Part equally among us; storms divided, Abate their force, and with less rage are guided. John Heywood
sorrow shadow forget
Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee! Charles Wolfe
sorrow age old-age
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow. Edith Wharton
sorrow mourn display
It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest. Edwin Hubbel Chapin
sorrow vision arms
There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms. Charlotte Bronte