It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.

It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.

Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.

Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes read more

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.

Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.

In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.

When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.

When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally read more

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.