The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
For a tear is quickly dried, especially when shed for the misfortunes of others.