The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief - But the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love.
What is lovely never dies, but passes into another loveliness, star-dust or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, the deeper the grief, the closer is God!
When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth, you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.