Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
The only cure for grief is action.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has received. [Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]
In all the silent manliness of grief.
No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.
What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?.
Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
There is hardly any grief that an hour's reading will not dissipate.
Time takes away the grief of men.
Great grief makes sacred those upon whom its hand is laid. Joy may elevate, ambition glorify, but sorrow alone can consecrate.
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate.
She heard him mutter, 'Can you take away this grief?' 'I'm sorry,' she replied. 'Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.
Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief--holy herein, That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf. Time and change can do no more.
Grief is a species of idleness.
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.
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