The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

If there were no Love, there'd be no grief

Grief is what tells you who you are alone.

Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.

Youth knows no remedy for grief but death.

When grief recedes, grief is like a cloud.

There is no space wider than that of grief.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.

Freindships multiply joys and divide griefs

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.

Everyone deals with grief in their own way.

That grief is light which can take counsel.

Grief is the tax we pay on our attachments.

in much knowledge there is also much grief.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Friendships multiply joys and divide griefs.

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.

Grief, like a tree, has tears for its fruit.

Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.

Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.

There is no running away from a great grief.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow.

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

Grief is nature’s most powerful aphrodisiac.

Light is that grief which counsel can allay.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

For some moments in life there are no words.

Those griefs burn most which gall in secret.

Every love story is a potential grief story.

Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars.

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

The heart overwhelmed by grief knows no rest.

If I defer the grief I will diminish the gift.

Only to have a grief equal to all these tears!

It was his own grief turned magically to song.

Do not tax your life with forethought of grief.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

Death is only an old door/Set in a garden wall.

There is no end to grief. Nor no end to poetry.

I'm filled with a new joy mixed with old grief.

Death is the opening-and the closing-of a Door.

We are turning our grief into winnable actions.

Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.

There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.

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