When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
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.
Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
Sorrow makes us all children again.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing...that is a friend who cares.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
The only cure for grief is action.
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