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O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood,
The read more
O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood,
The holy name of Grief--holy herein,
That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement read more
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.
The purpose of a funeral service is to comfort the living. It is important at a funeral to display excessive read more
The purpose of a funeral service is to comfort the living. It is important at a funeral to display excessive grief. This will show others how kind-hearted and loving you are and their improved opinion of you will be very comforting.
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean. -David Searls.
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean. -David Searls.
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.
Light griefs are communicative, great ones stupefy.
[Lat., Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.]
Light griefs are communicative, great ones stupefy.
[Lat., Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.]
One joy shatters a hundred griefs
One joy shatters a hundred griefs
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and read more
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.