Those griefs smart most which are seen to be of our own choice.
Grief - Happiness is to feel that one's soul is good; there is no other, in truth, and this kind of happiness may exist even in sorrow, so that there are griefs perfable to every joy, and such as would be preferred by all those who have felt them.
We can't choose our lives, but we can DECIDE what to do with the joys or griefs we're given.
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.
. . . how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.
Great sorrows have no leisure to complain: Least ills vent forth, great griefs within remain.
Freindships multiply joys and divide griefs
Nothing opens the heart like a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes. . . and whatever lies upon the heart.
Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man's heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.
A heavier task could not have been impos'd, Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.
The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.
In this life you can take poverty, you can take failure, you can take the big things; it's the little griefs that destroy you inside.
Oh how the passions, insolent and strong, Bear our weak minds their rapid course along; Make us the madness of their will obey; Then die and leave us to our griefs as prey!
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.
The disturbers of happiness are our desires, our griefs, and our fears.
Great griefs medicine the less.
When griefs are genuine, I find, there is nothing more vacuous, more burdensome, or even more impertinent, than letters of consolation.
