To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
The nature of anguish is translated into different forms.
One feels as if it could never, never be less. And yet all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
Our culture has become increasingly intolerant of that acute sorrow, that intense mental anguish and deep remorse which may be defined as grief. We want to medicate such sorrow away.
Never give way to melancholy; resist it steadily, for the habit will encroach.
An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
'Melancholy' is prettier than 'depression'; it connotes a kind of nocturnal grace. Makes one feel more innocently beleaguered.
There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.