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I have seen one shrike occupy himself for hours in sticking up on thorns, a number of small fishes that the fishermen had thrown on the shore. The fishes dried up and decayed.
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
Lance Bass, Musician (1979) |
Gary Bauer, Public Servant (1946) |
Ron Carter, Musician (1937) |
Dick Dale, Musician (1937) |
Andrew Denton, Comedian (1960) |
Maynard Ferguson, Musician (1928) |
Ruth First, Activist (1925) |
Ana Gasteyer, Comedian (1967) |
Paul Gleason, Actor (1944) |
Keith Haring, Artist (1958) |
David Hackworth, Soldier (2005) |
Joseph Joubert, Writer (1824) |