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Both the ancestry and posterity of Grief go further than the ancestry and posterity of Joy.
It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.
She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.
Grief is not productive. It simply represents an inefficiency in accepting change of status.
If folly were griefe every house would weepe. [If folly were grief, every house would weep.]
Only mundanes say they're sorry when what they mean is "I share your grief,"' Jace observed.
Because I'm stern and scolding [the characters] sometimes, I'm sure I'll get a ton of grief.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
We can't choose our lives, but we can DECIDE what to do with the joys or griefs we're given.
The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
The grief of childhood is terrible while it lasts, it is so abandoned and so all-possessing.
One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.
Happy Fuller: Somehow you always love in a special way the one who gives you the most grief.
The spoken word is man's physician in grief. For this alone has soothing charms for the soul.
Great sorrows have no leisure to complain: Least ills vent forth, great griefs within remain.
There is no death to those who perfectly love-only disappearance, which in time may be borne.
All a person does in a moment of suffering is to suffer. There is not room for anything else.
The truth is, we pamper little griefs into great ones, and bear great ones as well as we can.
Who partakes in another's joys is a more humane character than he who partakes in his griefs.
I haven't written adult fiction, but I do not sugarcoat grief - or what I expect grief to be.
Occupation - pressing occupation that will not be said nay - is a sovereign remedy for grief.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
You have eaten a meal dangerously seasoned. [You have laid up a grief in store for yourself.]
One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.
There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.
The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.
There has never been anything worth obtaining without grief, or suffering, and disappointment.
To persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.
Nothing is durable, I think anybody who thinks sex is durable is going to have a lot of grief.
Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.
At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, and at the end of wisdom, there is not grief...but hope
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
Grief is a matter of the heart and soul. Grieve your loss, allow it in, and spend time with it.
God is a shower to the heart burned up with grief; God is a sun to the face deluged with tears.
During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.
Your grief path is yours alone, and no one else can walk it, and no one else can understand it.
Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.
Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.
Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down.
Good horror is about so much more than slashing: it's a way of examining grief and loss of self.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
The husk could be some useless bloke or losing myself and changing my DNA with bottomless grief.
Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.