The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey.

The mind in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature with revelation with God with itself loses its life just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world and droop. Sick of its business of its pleasures tired how gracious how benign is solitude.

I'm flatchested I'm short I'm brunette I have droopy eyes and so people have a hard time casting me as a 'beauty.'