François Malaval(1821-1893)


Happy is the gentle man, for he alone possesses himself;
He reigns over his heart, and over the hearts of all;
In his forehead, in his gesture, in his sweet voice;
It is the ills of others the charm and the remedy.

Happy the sorry man who with holy sadness,
Knows how to weep his sins, and drowns them in his tears;
God fills him with joy at the height of his pain;
Her tears are regrets, not weakness.

Man, be happy and joyful in the midst of your troubles:
God counts your fears, your tears and your sighs;
He will welcome you to paradise among all martyrs,
Your reward is ready, and the insults are in vain.

François Malaval


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By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)