Alas! I have not words to tell my
grief;
To vent my sorrow would be some
relief;
Light sufferings give us leisure to
complain;
We groan, we cannot speak, in
greater pain.
—Dryden.
Light griefs are plaintive, but great
ones are dumb.—Seneca.
If the internal griefs of every man
could be read, written on his
forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects
of pity?—Metastasio.
Excess
of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the
living, and the dead know it not.—Xenophon.
Every man casts a
shadow; not his body only, but his
imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way
he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did
you never see it?—Henry David Thoreau
All the joys of earth will not assuage
our thirst for happiness;
while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and
smite it with nothingness at all points.—Madame
Swetchine.
What an argument in favor of social
connections is the observation
that by communicating our grief we have less, and by communicating our
pleasure we have more.—Greville.
They truly mourn that mourn without a
witness.—Byron.
For pleasures past I
do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I
leave nothing that claims a tear.
—Byron.
Can I see another's
woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek
for kind relief?—William Blake
Grief is the culture of the
soul, it is the true fertilizer.—Madame de Girardin.
It is folly to tear one's hair in
sorrow, as if grief could be
assuaged by baldness.—Cicero.
Dr. Holmes says, both wittily and truly,
that crying widows are
easiest consoled.—H.W. Shaw.
Great grief makes sacred those upon whom
its hand is laid. Joy may
elevate, ambition glorify, but sorrow alone can consecrate.—Horace Greeley.
Every one can master a grief but he that
has it.—Shakespeare.
Who fails to grieve, when just
occasion calls,
Or grieves too much, deserves not
to be blest:
Inhuman, or effeminate, his heart.
—Young.
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