There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.
[Lat., Nullus dolor est quem non longinquitas temporis read more

There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.
[Lat., Nullus dolor est quem non longinquitas temporis minuat ac
molliat.]

Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!

Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!

There is a solemn luxury in grief.

There is a solemn luxury in grief.

He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it

He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.

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.

Great grief does not of itself put an end itself.
[Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]

Great grief does not of itself put an end itself.
[Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]

Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

Tears are the silent language of grief

Tears are the silent language of grief