Every bond is a bond to sorrow.

The chains that bind us most closely are the ones we have broken.

Betrayal is the deepest wound. Betrayal is what remains of love, when love has gone.

The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.

Grief is the honour we pay to that which is dear to us.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

The bond between true lovers is as close as we come to what endures forever.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

There is a sacredness in tears....They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal — every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.

The hardest part of grief
Is giving it a name.
The pain pulls us apart,
Like lips about to speak.
Without language nothing can live
At all, let alone
Beyond itself.

Lost as we feel, there is no better
Compass than compassion.
We find ourselves not by being
The most seen, but the most seeing.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

The death of our close friends and relatives proves that how close the death is to us!