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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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
Sorrow is the great idealizer.
Sorrow is the great idealizer.
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.
