Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates

It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

To rejoice in another’s prosperity is to give content to your lot; to mitigate another’s grief is to alleviate or dispel your own

Poor mortals we who crave to have it so – our grief to be deathless when we are dead

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

If a man be gloomy let him keep to himself. No one has the right to go croaking about society, or what is worse, looking as if he stifled grief.

What we call mourning for our dead is perhaps not so much grief at not being able to call them back; as it is grief at not being able to want to do so

Given a choice between grief and nothing, I’d choose grief.

Tears are the silent language of grief

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not

Even his griefs are a joy, long after, to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured

Grief makes one hour ten

I?m sure now that grieving and healing are the same thing sometimes, and magic and death are the same thing sometimes, and trusting and failing are the same thing sometimes.

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

Friendship doubles our joy and divides our grief.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god’s throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it

Compare your griefs with other men’s and they will seem less

The cure for grief is motion.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.

What’s gone and what’s past help should be past grief

You may my glories and my state depose,But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

If you suppress grief too much it can well redouble

Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart

One often calms one’s grief by recounting it.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Grief is the price we pay for love

Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger than common joys

The robb’d that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an’t makes his owner stoop

That grief is light which can take counsel.

Patch grief with proverbs

Grief is a species of idleness.

Grief for a dead Wife, and a troublesome Guest, Continues to the threshold, and there is at rest; But I mean such wives as are none of the best?

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

Light griefs are plaintive , but great ones are dumb

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

But mortal bliss will never come sincere; Pleasure may lead, but grief blow brings up the rear

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Riches are gotten with pain, kept with care, and lost with grief

Toil is man’s allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that’s more than either, the grief and sin of idleness

One joy shatters a hundred griefs

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life

Hired mourners at a funeral say and do – A little more than they whose grief is true

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

Of all the griefs that harass the distressed, sure the most bitter is a scornful jest

The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows