We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent. — Berthold Auerbach Copy Share Image
“And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.” — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“Coco?” I whispered, standing still, hardly able to believe it. “Oh—Coco?” “It is impossible to imagine,” a voice behind seemed to be… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
For it is the bitter grief of theology and its blessed task, too, always to have to seek (because it does not… — Karl Rahner Copy Share Image
