Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

Cry Sorrow, sorrow — yet let good prevail.

Not deep his sorrow who in silence grieves.

regret with dignity and grace.

Every great loss demands that we choose life again. We need to grieve in order to do this. The pain we have not grieved over will always stand between us and life. When we don't grieve, a part of us becomes caught in the past like Lot's wife who, because she looked back, was turned into a pillar of salt.

There is such a thing as moderation even in grieving.

remind ourselves that grief may feel longer
and more poignant than happiness
but it still has an ending.

The sorrow never dies; it is merely nacred by time.

All the world knows how to cry but not all the world knows how to sigh. Sighing is extra.

The tears I feel today
I'll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I'll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.
My eyes must keep their sight:
I dare not be tear-blinded.
I must be free to talk
Not choked with grief, clear-minded.
My mouth cannot betray
The anguish that I know.
Yes, I'll keep my tears til later:
But my grief will never go.

Genuine grief iz like penitence, not klamorous but subdued; sorrow from the hous tops and penitence in a market place shows more ambishun than piety.

I grieve for you You leave me So hard to move on Still loving what's gone They say life carries on Carries on and on and on and on...

"No," she said, answering his eyes. "I can never regret."[...]"I can sorrow," she offered gently, "but it's not the same thing."

I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.