Grieve only if you have committed a sin, but even in this case do not grieve too much, otherwise you may become desperate.
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.
I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.
Everything we love goes. So to be able to grieve that loss, to let go, to have that grief be absolutely full, is the only way to have our heart be full and open.
It started kind of slow, but we got back into it, bad as you might not want to. You've got to get some type of enthusiasm going out there. It's kind of kicking in as a reality. People only grieve for so long, but I'm starting to understand it.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.
You can't really put a time limit on how long someone will grieve.
It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.
We too can be saints in our family, in our neighborhood, wherever we live and work. Be a person who listens to what people need, communicating not only to grieve or tell others about your own problems. Listen in order to intercede and help out.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.
What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.
One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.
To grieve for evils is often wrong; but it is much more wrong to grieve without them. All sorrow that lasts longer than its cause is morbid, and should be shaken off as an attack of melancholy, as the forerunner of a greater evil than poverty or pain.
The wise man looks back into the past, and does not grieve over what is far off, nor rejoice over what is near; for he knows that time is without end.
If we cannot serve a person who we can see, how can we serve a God whom we cannot see? Some just have to have their own thing and be the “boss”. I grieve for these people who have become the King of their own tiny mound, when they could have been a Prince in a major organization.
Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of peopleMaybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time. Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things.
Better one suffer than a nation grieve.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.