There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief with thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep read more

Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief with thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep the world in such a strain
As it should deluge once again;
But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes,
I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds
And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.

There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord read more

There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
[Lat., Illa dolet vere qui sine teste dolet.]

She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
[Lat., Illa dolet vere qui sine teste dolet.]

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful read more

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

On me, on me
Time and change can heap no more!
The painful past with blighting grief
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On me, on me
Time and change can heap no more!
The painful past with blighting grief
Hath left my heart a withered leaf.
Time and change can do no more.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.