“I sometimes find it half a sin, to put to words the grief I feel, For words like nature, half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.”

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

A louse in the locks of literature.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

Don’t engage your heart in grief over the past or you wont be ready for what is coming.

Grief does not change you, It reveals you.

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.