After the clouds are swept away, brightness will appear
All things grow with time except grief
the desire to laugh is stronger than the desire to weep
Grief and joy are a revolving wheel
There will be a day when laughter comes to the mourners
One joy scallers hundred griefs
There is no hardship that will not end. No trouble that will not retreat.
2010/08/17
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