Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
Time heals old pain, while it creates new ones.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.
Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.
All things grow with time -- except grief.
Time takes away the grief of men.
Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.
And remember, it's also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy.
There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.
Grief is light that is capable of counsel.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comet in the morning. Psalms 30:5