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

Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.

Trust me not at all, or all in all.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

I am a part of all that I have met.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

The quiet sense of something lost.

God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.

My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

Together, we will get this virus under control so that more Americans don’t have to share your grief.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

He who remains passive when over-whelmed with grief loses his best chance of recovering his elasticity of mind.

Embrace your grief. For there, your soul will grow.

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own.