"Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?"

"Nor doth the general care Take hold on me, for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows And it is still itself."

"Great griefs, I see, medicine the less."

"That we two are asunder; let that grieve him; Some griefs are medicinable."

"Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate."

"For grief is crowned with consolation."

"If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety."

"O, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last, And careful hours with time's deform'd hand Have written strange defeatures in my face."

"What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it."

"When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended."

"All the old statues of Victory have wings: but Grief has no wings. She is the unwelcome lodger that squats on the hearthstone between us and the fire and will not move or be dislodged."

"Le bonheur est salutaire pour le corps, mais c'est le chagrin qui développe les forces de l'esprit."

"Curæ leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent."

"Whether anybody comes to convince me or not a part of my life does always ache arresting my chest."

"I’ve climbed up here holding the hilt of time’s sword after driving it into my tender heart."

"Grief—unlike sex, music, and cheating at cards—was not a skill that could be honed by practice."

"Levis est dolor qui capere consilium potest."

"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."

"What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?"

"Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exæstuat intus, Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas."

"There is a solemn luxury in grief."

"Ille dolet vere qui sine teste dolet."

"Se a ciascun l'interno affanno Si leggesse in fronte scritto, Quanti mai, che invidia fanno, Ci farebbero pietà!"

"Grief must be a reflection of love. It is perhaps the ultimate proof of love. Grief is an uncontrollable manifestation of your belief that the lost person’s existence, limited and flawed as it might have been, was worthwhile, despite the limitations and flaws even of life itself."

"Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor."

"Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects."

"There is an indolence in grief Which will not even seek relief. What is the toil, or care, or pain, The human heart cannot sustain? Enough if struggling can create A change or colour in our fate; But where's the spirit that can cope With listless suffering, when hope, The last of misery's allies, Sickens of its sweet self, and dies."

"We tend to shy away from that grief. But I think that that’s the role of art: to help us into grief, and through grief, for each other, for our values, for the living world. You know, I think about grief as a measure of our love, that grief compels us to do something, to love more."

"The only cure for grief is action."

"Grieving is a sign of spiritual health."

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"If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again."

"Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak!"

"Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tam cari capitis?"

"Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe."

"On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf. Time and change can do no more."

"Grief is the price we pay for love."

"In much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow."

"In all the silent manliness of grief."

"Grief and disappointment give rise to anger, anger to envy, envy to malice, and malice to grief again, till the whole circle be completed."

"Believe me, it is no time for words when the wounds are fresh and bleeding; no time for homilies when the lightning's shaft has smitten and the man lies stunned and stricken. Then let the comforter be silent; let him sustain by his presence, not by his preaching; by his sympathetic silence, not by his speech. "Afterward," when the storm is spent, he may venture to open his mouth; "afterward," when the morn has dawned, he may seek "to justify the ways of God to man;" for " afterward" the sufferer will be prepared to hear, and "afterward" the sufferer himself may be able to extract sweetness from bitterness, music from mourning, songs from sorrow, and "the peaceable fruit of righteousness" from the root of wretchedness and woe."

"We are not yet speaking about equality if we have not yet spoken about equal grievability, or the equal attribution of grievability. Grievability is a defining feature of equality. Those whose grievability is not assumed are those who suffer inequality—unequal value."

"To say that a life is grievable is to claim that a life, even before it is lost, is, or will be, worthy of being grieved on the occasion of its loss; the life has value in relation to mortality. One treats a person differently if one brings the sense of the grievability of the other to one’s ethical bearing toward the other. If an other’s loss would register as a loss, would be marked and mourned, and if the prospect of loss is feared, and precautions are thus taken to safeguard that life from harm or destruction, then our very ability to value and safeguard a life depends upon an ongoing sense of its grievability—the conjectured future of a life as an indefinite potential that would be mourned were it cut short or lost."

"The heart which grief hath cankered Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard."

"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."

"I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless."

"Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well— That is light grieving!"

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