Grief

Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I sufferImaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?

— Grief

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

— Grief

O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin That, by the grief of One, came all our good.

— Grief

Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer notThat is light grieving!

— Grief

The heart which grief hath cankeredHath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

— Grief

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

— Grief

Grief is the price we pay for love.

— Grief

In all the silent manliness of grief.

— Grief

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

— Grief

On me, on meTime and change can do no more.

— 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.

— Grief

Those redeemed by Jehovah will return and come to Zion with a joyful cry. Unending joy will crown their heads. Exultation and rejoicing will be theirs, And grief and sighing will flee away.

— Grief

There is an indolence in griefSickens of its sweet self, and dies.

— Grief

The only cure for grief is action.

— Grief

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

— Grief

There is a solemn luxury in grief.

— Grief

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

— Grief

Great, good, and just, could I but rateAnd write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.

— Grief

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

— Grief

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

— Grief

For grief is crowned with consolation.

— Grief

O, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last,Have written strange defeatures in my face.

— Grief

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

— Grief

Great griefs, I see, medicine the less.

— Grief

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mindAnd makes it fearful and degenerate.

— Grief

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

— Grief

For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.

— Grief

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were!O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

— Grief

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?

— Grief

But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip,When grief hath mates.

— Grief

Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

— Grief

MenCharm ache, with air and agony with words.

— Grief

Nor doth the general careAnd it is still itself.

— Grief

When remedies are past, the griefs are endedBy seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

— Grief

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,Divides one thing entire to many objects.

— Grief

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

— Grief

My grief lies all within;That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul.

— Grief

Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,With more of thine.

— Grief

Some griefs show much of love;But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

— Grief

My grief lies onward and my joy behind.

— Grief

Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him,He takes false shadows for true substances.

— Grief

But I haveWorse than tears drown.

— Grief

What's gone and what's past helpShould be past grief.

— Grief

Winter is come and gone,But grief returns with the revolving year.

— Grief

Dark is the realm of grief: but human thingsThose may not know of who cannot weep for them.

— Grief

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

— Grief

Oh, but," quoth she, "great griefe will not be tould,And can more easily be thought than said.

— Grief

He gave a deep sigh; I saw the iron enter into his soul.

— Grief

But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.

— Grief

Men are we, and must grieve when even the ShadeOf that which once was great is passed away.

— Grief

Were floods of tears to be unloosed Nor found an olive-leaf.

— Grief

A genuine faith lifts us above the bitterness of grief; a sense of Christ's living presence takes away all unbearable loneliness even when we are most alone. In our darkest hours, to know that our lost friend is still living, still loving us, still ours, in the highest and best sense, must be unspeakably consoling.

— Grief

The mossy marbles restOn the tomb.

— Grief

Over the river they beckon to me,But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.

— Grief

Yes, we all live to God!'Twill be our heaven to find that He is there!

— Grief