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What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?
What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?
When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
Sorrow is the great idealizer.
Sorrow is the great idealizer.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.
In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.
Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally read more
Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.
The only cure for grief is action.
The only cure for grief is action.
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
