There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me - how really tenuous our sanity is.
Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.
One of the things that happens to people in grief is they secretly think they're crazy, because they realize they are thinking things that don't make sense.
In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that's certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there's also this thorniness, these edges that come out.
The thing about grief is that it's a roller coaster - it's up, it's down. The emotions sometimes take over.
Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Grief is at once a public and a private experience. One's inner, inexpressible disruption cannot be fully realized in one's public persona.
Grief releases love and it also instills a profound sense of connection.
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.