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.
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, the deeper the grief, the closer is God!
The only cure for grief is action.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
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.
Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.
You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.