
“Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.”
Part II, section 1.
Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)
Act I, sc. iv ; as translated by R. D. Boylan and Joseph Mellish (1902)
Variant: ""Great spirits suffer patiently""; as translated by A. Leslie and Jeanne R. Willson (1983)
Don Carlos (1787)
Doch große Seelen dulden still.
Dom Karlos I, 4 / Marquis, S. 47 http://www.deutschestextarchiv.de/schiller_domkarlos_1787/57
Dom Karlos (1787)
Variant: Grosse Seelen dulden still.
“Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.”
Part II, section 1.
Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)
“Thus great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance.”
Glimpses of Bengal http://www.spiritualbee.com/tagore-book-of-letters/ (1921)
Context: When sorrow is deepest... then the surface crust is pierced, and consolation wells up, and all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. Thus great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.
Ibn Shu’ba al-Harrani, Tuhaf al-'Uqul, p. 414.
Regarding Knowledge & Wisdom, General
“Truth is great and its effectiveness endures.”
Maxim no. 5.
The Maxims of Ptahhotep (c. 2350 BCE)
“out of the mountain of his soul
comes a keen pure silence”
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XAIPE (1950)
“Silence is a source of great strength.”
“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind”
Letter to his fiancée Lee, (31 July 1978), published in Gerald Durrell: An Authorized Biography by Douglas Botting (1999)
Context: I have seen a thousand sunsets and sunrises, on land where it floods forest and mountains with honey coloured light, at sea where it rises and sets like a blood orange in a multicoloured nest of cloud, slipping in and out of the vast ocean. I have seen a thousand moons: harvest moons like gold coins, winter moons as white as ice chips, new moons like baby swans’ feathers.
I have seen seas as smooth as if painted, coloured like shot silk or blue as a kingfisher or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam, moving ponderously and murderously. … I have known silence: the cold earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well; the implacable stony silence of a deep cave; the hot, drugged midday silence when everything is hypnotised and stilled into silence by the eye of the sun; the silence when great music ends.
I have heard summer cicadas cry so that the sound seems stitched into your bones. … I have seen hummingbirds flashing like opals round a tree of scarlet blooms, humming like a top. I have seen flying fish, skittering like quicksilver across the blue waves, drawing silver lines on the surface with their tails. I have seen Spoonbills fling home to roost like a scarlet banner across the sky. I have seen Whales, black as tar, cushioned on a cornflower blue sea, creating a Versailles of fountain with their breath. I have watched butterflies emerge and sit, trembling, while the sun irons their winds smooth. I have watched Tigers, like flames, mating in the long grass. I have been dive-bombed by an angry Raven, black and glossy as the Devil’s hoof. I have lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a host of Dolphins. I have met a thousand animals and seen a thousand wonderful things… but —
All this I did without you. This was my loss.
All this I want to do with you. This will be my gain.
All this I would gladly have forgone for the sake of one minute of your company, for your laugh, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips, body, and above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind which is an enchanting quarry in which it is my privilege to delve.