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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity for pain that teaches you courage-and give exceeding thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still-the veil that hides you from the infinite which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see. - Quote by Robert Nathan

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity for pain that teaches you courage-and give exceeding thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still-the veil that hides you from the infinite which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see.

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