Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.
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.
Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.
After you have wept and grieved for your physical losses, cherish the functions and the life you have left.
Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.
Humans have a sense of spontaneity and emotion. We have a dichotomy between grief and happiness.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.