I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach
Quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach
Since when was genius found respectable?
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
All actual heroes are essential men, / And all men possible heroes...
An ignorance of means may minister To greatness, but an ignorance of aims Make it...
And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword....
Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
Those things that hurt, instruct.
Tears are the silent language of grief
You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you're called a widow,...
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made...
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
Patch grief with proverbs
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She...
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals...
Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its...