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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.
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.
What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?
What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.
Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
The only cure for grief is action.
The only cure for grief is action.
Sorrow is the great idealizer.
Sorrow is the great idealizer.
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes read more
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.
