Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Compensation
Each loss has its compensation
There is healing for every pain,
But the bird with a broken pinion
Never soars so high again.
Hezekiah Butterworth—The Broken Pinion.
Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days.
Ecclesiastes. XI. 1.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Goldsmith—The Deserted Village. L. 189.
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum:
Multa recedentes adimunt.
The coming years bring many advantages with them: retiring they take away many.
Horace—Ars Poetica. CLXXV.
’Tis always morning somewhere in the world.
Richard Hengest Horne—Orion. Bk. III. Canto II.
Give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
Isaiah. LXI. 3.
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again.
Longfellow—Endymion. St. 7.
’Tis always morning somewhere.
Longfellow—Tales of a Wayside Inn. Birds of Killingworth. St. 16.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us,
The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in,
The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,
We bargain for the graves we lie in;
At the devil’s booth are all things sold,
Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold;
For a cap and bells our lives we pay,
Bubbles we buy with a whole soul’s tasking,
’Tis heaven alone that is given away,
’Tis only God may be had for the asking,
No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.
Lowell—Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Pt. I.
Merciful Father, I will not complain.
I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.
Joaquin Miller—For Princess Maud.
Sæpe creat molles aspera spina rosas.
The prickly thorn often bears soft roses.
Ovid—Epistolæ Ex Ponto. II. 2. 34.
Long pains are light ones,
Cruel ones are brief!
J. G. Saxe—Compensation.
The burden is equal to the horse’s strength.
Talmud. Sota. 13.
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivel’d in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another’s gain.
Tennyson—In Memoriam. LIV.
Primo avulso non deficit alter aureus.
One plucked, another fills its room
And burgeons with like precious bloom.
Vergil—Æneid. VI. 143.
And light is mingled with the gloom,
And joy with grief;
Divinest compensations come,
Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom
In sweet relief.
Whittier—Anniversary Poem. St. 15.