Life is sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. - O. Henry
Life is made up of sobs, sniffles and smiles, with sniffles predominating. - O. Henry
There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go? - Joe L. Wheeler
Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing. - Alexander Herzen