I sometimes hold it half a sin to put in words the grief I…

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the…

— Anonymous

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal…

— Alfred Tennyson

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

— William Shakespeare

“Upon the shadowy shore of death the sea of trouble casts no wave. Eyes that have been curtained by the everlasting dark, will never…

— Robert G. Ingersoll

“Before, as I walked about, either on my hunting, or for viewing the country, the anguish of my soul at my condition would break…

— Daniel Defoe

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

— Inglath Cooper

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

— William Shakespeare

“I'm sorry," Leo murmured and then seemed to look through Martin for a few seconds before he returned his gaze to him. "Although if…

— Matthew Gallaway

“Grief is when you feel so helpless and stupid that you think nothing will ever be right again, and your macaroni and cheese tastes…

— Sherman Alexie

“I don’t turn away—grief can feel like an aching love song.”

— Ann Voskamp

“There’s a term we use for it: “ambiguous grief.” It can be a life sentence. It’s a kind of unresolved grief. You might feel…

— Gilly Macmillan

“[S]ociety often tends to make those of us in grief feel shame and embarrassment about our feelings of grief. "Shame can be described as…

— Alan D. Wolfelt

“My friend Gordon Wheeler, who is a psychologist, explains that grief is the reminder of the depth of our love. Without love, there is…

— Dalai Lama XIV

“Grief she could not feel, for there had been too much bitterness between her mother and herself to leave in her heart any deep…

— W. Somerset Maugham