Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing.
My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.
Nothing can bring my Jordan back but I have learned to channel my grief into action to honor my son.
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.
In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.
We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.
I dance. A lot. I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.
Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear.