There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity and yet as if nature had not sown evils enough in life we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.

Learning about all those different things psychologically - about grief and my own addictions and problems and stuff like that and really getting an education on it I think it was part of the process of it learning about it and trying to lick it.

Every night when I go to bed I hope that I may never wake again and every morning renews my grief.

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief... For a time I rest in the grace of the world and am free.

Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief the anguished disappointment of his hopes.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.

Happiness is beneficial for the body but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

What happens when you have great grief in your life is the arteries of that heart begins to spasms down just literally squeezes down like this because you're feeling the tension of your life and then the heart muscle itself will also begin - to get stressed out.

Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.

And remember it's also very funny because side by side with grief lies joy.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement who can tolerate not knowing... not healing not curing... that is a friend who cares.

Grief is a bad moon a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant a saboteur who at the slightest change in the sunlight or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial will flick the memory switch bringing tears to your eyes.

Grief has limits whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened but we fear all that possibly may happen.

When a child can be brought to tears and not from fear of punishment but from repentance he needs no chastisement. When the tears begin to flow from the grief of their conduct you can be sure there is an angel nestling in their heart.

The thirst for powerful sensations takes the upper hand both over fear and over compassion for the grief of others.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Who elected Larry King America's grief counselor? We the viewing public did by driving up his ratings whenever somebody famous passes.

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.

Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future.