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A child, then a man, now a feather / Passing through a furious fire / Called time.
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
I swim in a pool of my own neurosis. I carry love, grief deeply, like an Irishman.
Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.
Money can't buy happiness but it'll sure keep a mess of grief off your front porch.
Happy thou that learnest from another's griefs, not to subject thyself to the same.
There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.
Mourning is one of the most profound human experiences that it is possible to have.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Grief and constant anxiety kill nearly as many women as men die on the battlefield.
Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.
No temple can still the personal griefs and strifes in the breasts of its visitors.
No grief has a right to immortality. That ground belongs to joy, to hope, to faith.
The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.
I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.
Tis long ere time can mitigate your grief; To wisdom fly, she quickly brings relief.
After the Boston Marathon bombings, people shared grief and outrage on social media.
We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.
In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?
Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true
Perhaps the reassuring thing about grieving is that the process will not be cheated.
Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.
What I am trying to do is bring people into grief in relation to the society we have.
Poetry is not about personal pain or tragedy. It should resonate the society's grief.
Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.
With time the unbearable becomes shocking, becomes sad, and finally becomes poignant.
Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.
My sisters and I miss our dad dreadfully. But grief, of course, is the price of love.
Suffering ignites the spark of contact with the sublime and offers proof of humanity.
There are in woman's eyes two sorts of tears,--the one of grief, the other of deceit.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.
For every tear you shed for someone else's grief, it takes one off of their suffering.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
Honest listening is one of the best medicines we can offer the dying and the bereaved.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
In grief, after even the happiest of relationships, we go over things again and again.
Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
Grief is a bit of a journey, and it is evolving all the time but I am very functional.
Don't engage your heart in grief over the past or you wont be ready for what is coming.
You learn not to mourn every little thing out here, or you’d never, ever stop grieving.
I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.
I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself.
Grief is a very scary thing, and there comes a point where it can really take you down.
Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger.
Of all the grief's that harass the distressed; sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.