A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.

Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.

After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through the entire darkness seemed to come in at last and lie down.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

“The question of desirable grief and pain or the necessity for it must also be faced. [Are] growth and self-fulfillment possible at all without pain and grief and sorrow and turmoil? If grief and pain are sometimes necessary for growth of the person, then we must learn not to protect people from them automatically as if they were always bad. Not allowing people to go through their pain, and protecting them from it, may turn out to be a kind of overprotection, which in turn implies a certain lack of respect for the integrity and the intrinsic nature and the future development of the individual.”

"Winter is come and gone,But grief returns with the revolving year."

"Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates"

"While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it."

"In the decline of life shame and grief are of short duration; whether it be that we bear easily what we have borne long; or that, finding ourselves in age less regarded, we less regard others; or, that we look with slight regard upon afflictions to w"

"Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures."

"Sorrow is the rust of the soul and activity will cleanse and brighten it."

"There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow, but there is something in it so like virtue, that he who is wholly without it cannot be loved."

"Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion."

"Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely."

"I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard."

"I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love."

"We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain."

"She did not know why she was sad, but because of this peculiar sadness, she began to realize she ought to leave the town."

"I got to wear blinders all the time so I won't think sideways or in the past."

"In all the silent manliness of grief."

"No one ever said life was fair. Just Eventful."

"Youth holds no society with grief."

"Our trials, our sorrows, and our grieves develop us..."