About This Quote
The window of her sadness was so vast that it almost opened a path to her soul. This is a phrase that can be used in many different situations. When you are sad, you can use this quote to remind yourself that your sadness is not so great. You can use it when you are happy to remind yourself that there is no need to get too happy.
Another good use for this quote would be when your love interest has just broken up with you. By using it, you can show that you are not devastated by the breakup and that there is still hope for the two of you to get back together. You can also use it when someone has just seen some form of tragedy and you want to help them through the pain they are experiencing.
A benefit of this quote is that it can be used as a message for anyone who needs encouragement or support.
Source: The Whistler
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