O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, The holy name of GRIEF! holy herein, That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good.
Sweet is a grief well ended.
Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.
This grief is crowned with consolation.
What greater grief than the loss of one's native land.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burdens, his own way.
Man is more himself, man is more manlike, when joy is the fundamental thing in him, and grief the superficial.
Being a man, ne'er ask the gods for a life set free from grief, but ask for courage that endureth long.
Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you Submit to your grief your time for joy will come, believe me.
The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.
For me it is sufficient to have a corner by my hearth, a book and a friend, and a nap undisturbed by creditors or grief.
Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled, The only constant mourner o'er the dead.
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair It has mantled a world.
'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 't is like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
People who've had happy childhoods are wonderful, but they're bland An unhappy childhood compels you to use your imagination to create a world in which you can be happy. Use your old grief. That's the gift you're given.
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.