Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

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.

Just so you know, there's a space that only you can fill. Just so you know, I loved you then, read more

Just so you know, there's a space that only you can fill. Just so you know, I loved you then, I guess I always will.

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.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

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.

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.