Surely nothing had occurred which of itself could bring to her either sorrow or repining.
“repining is useless, if not sinful,” observed Mary Percival.
Emmeline, thus separated from every body she loved, pursued her journey melancholy and repining.
While you are repining over what is beyond recall, events are moving on.
How free was all she wrote from repining or despondency—how full of Christian faith, hope, and patience!
But there was nothing to be gained by repining, he reminded himself.
He has lost that spirit of repining and sarcasm, and lives as if he had an object.'
There is no use in repining, unless one mends matters by deeds, not words.
However, the girls were not repining at their lack of society.
And anyhow, repining is only a counterfeit repentance, you know.