When you are sorrowful, look again.
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.
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.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
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.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
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.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
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.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes the ability to experience happiness
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
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