Whoever said, "It's not whether you win or lose that counts," probably lost.

Whoever said, "It's not whether you win or lose that counts," probably lost.

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

Tears are the silent language of grief

Tears are the silent language of grief

Show me a good loser and I'll show you an idiot.

Show me a good loser and I'll show you an idiot.

He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it

He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it

Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
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Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
That is light grieving!

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not
exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion read more

Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not
exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has
received.
[Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo
Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak