Quote#Sadness
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best…
Quote byHenry Wadsworth Longfellow · 1807–1882
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Table-Talk (1857).
English (original)
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, — the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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