every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion (1839). copy citation

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Author Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source Hyperion
Topic sadness sorrow coldness
Date 1839
Language English
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“In the lives of the saddestof us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad."
"And who says we don't?" interrupted Berkley. "Come, come! Let us go to breakfast. The morning air has given me a rude appetite. I long to say grace over a fresh egg; and eat salt with my worst enemies; namely, the Cockneys at the hotel.” source

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