There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future gratification of the same desire can ever obliterate them: they become registered as a permanent loss of happiness.


A Pair of Blue Eyes (ed. 1873)


There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future ...

There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future ...

There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future ...

There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future ...