Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth cant explain how things made your heart broken. It's read more

Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth cant explain how things made your heart broken. It's normal!

That grief is light which can take counsel.
[Lat., Levis est dolor qui capere consilium potest.]

That grief is light which can take counsel.
[Lat., Levis est dolor qui capere consilium potest.]

Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?

Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?

This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live read more

This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that
should water this sorrow.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells read more

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul

Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!

Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!

If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
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If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
[It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno
Si leggesse in fronte scritto,
Quanti mai, che invidia fanno,
Ci farebbero pieta!]