Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, ...

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Grief is the agony of an instant, the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

How long wilt thou mourn for Saul, seeing I have rejected him?

If I be bereaved of my children, I am bereaved.

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.