I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.