When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.
The only cure for grief is action.
Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.
I am not interested in picking up crumbs of compassion thrown from the table of someone who considers himself my master. I want the full menu of rights.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Grief can’t be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
In any business, the more you learn, the more sympathetic you can be to other people’s positions.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
From the end spring new beginnings.
It is a great consolation for me to remember that the Lord, to whom I had drawn near in humble and child-like faith, has suffered and died for me, and that He will look on me in love and compassion.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
Developing our sympathetic compassion is not only possible but the only reason for us to be here on earth.
A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.
Those who weep recover more quickly than those who smile.
Farewell, dearest friend, never to see one another any more till at the right hand of Christ.
