Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
Grief is itself a medicine.
~William Cowper, Charity
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943
Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson