There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.”
Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead: excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Time and thinking tame the strongest grief.
What is the use of having many sons if they cause grief and vexation?
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Every Artist is a Cannibal,every Poet is a Thief.All kill for inspiration and sing about their grief.
Grief carries its own antidote along with it.
Get beyond love and grief; exist for the good of man.
Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
Patch grief with proverbs
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
What we call mourning for our dead is perhaps not so much grief at not being able to call them back; as it is grief at not being able to want to do so
To bury grief plant a seed.
Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again
Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.
The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief
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.
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
But mortal bliss will never come sincere; Pleasure may lead, but grief blow brings up the rear
Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it
If a man be gloomy let him keep to himself. No one has the right to go croaking about society, or what is worse, looking as if he stifled grief.