“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.”

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 .

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Love is the only gold.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Ah, when shall all men’s good Be each man’s rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro’ all the circle of the golden year?

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.

It is only after the deepest darkness that the greatest light can come; it is only after extreme grief that the greatest joy can come.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.