Sweet Grief Quotes

#1. High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.

Euripides

#2. How silent lies the world
Within fair twilight furled,
Bringing such sweet relief!
A quiet room resembling,
Where, without fear or trembling,
You sleep away day's grief.

Matthias Claudius

#3. The word suffering is full and whole and perfect as a pierced heart, sweet, rushing and tender ... Suffering is the joy of someone about to be martyred, illumination of something given up as an offer.

Lydia Millet

#4. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

William Shakespeare

#5. Tis I, my sweet, your rough-and-ready man
Well hid by night to beg your fine white hand
Though king of bandits, draped in chains of gold
I'm poor in love and suffer grief untold

Shannon Hale

#6. For wherein is life sweet to him who suffers grief?

Aeschylus

#7. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week,
Or if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

William Shakespeare

#8. I pulled a dirty black sweatshirt from the laundry basket on my son's floor and tried to drink in his scent, to savor the essence of my sweet boy. I inhaled it long and hard, wanting to permanently implant all of him in my brain, to make him last forever.

Shelley Ramsey

#9. No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy.

Frances Sargent Osgood

#10. Sweet is a grief well ended.

Aeschylus

#11. Twas a still, calm night and the moon's pale light
Shone over hill and dale
When friends mute with grief stood around the deathbed
Of their loved, lost Lily Lyle.
Heart as pure as forest lily
Never knowing guile,
Had its home within the bosom
Of sweet Lily Lyle.

Flora Thompson

#12. As seductive as it might have been to erase the grief and pain of the last ten years, it was also a lie. Young Alice was a fool. A sweet, innocent fool. Young Alice hadn't experienced ten years of living.

Liane Moriarty

#13. The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief.

Emily Dickinson

#14. And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief.

John Greenleaf Whittier

#15. Reap, reap the grain and gather
The sweet grapes from the vine;
Our Lord's mother is weeping,
She hath nor bread nor wine;
She is weeping. The Queen of Heaven,
She hath nor bread nor wine.

Adelaide Crapsey

#16. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.

Jon Blais

#17. Good grief, Molly. He doesn't scare you?"
"Of course not."
"But he's ... "
"He's sweet," Molly insisted.
Dare snorted. "He's still listening.

Lori Foster

#18. Christ took your cup of grief, your cup of the curse, pressed it to his lips, drank it to its dregs, then filled it with his sweet, pardoning, sympathizing love, and gave it back for you to drink, and to drink forever!

Octavius Winslow

#19. Life is so sweet even though it is full of lies and half truths...

Janvier Chouteu-Chando

#20. I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, 'It tastes sweet, does it not?' 'You've caught me,' grief answered, 'and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?

Rumi

#21. On the rebound one passes into tears and pathos. Maudlin tears. I almost prefer the moments of agony. These are at least clean and honest. But the bath of self-pity, the wallow, the loathsome sticky-sweet pleasure of indulging it
that disgusts me

C.S. Lewis

#22. It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

Seneca The Younger

#23. The grief of widowhood, of losing a husband and only to be harassed by his brothers, remained pressed on her.

Panashe Chigumadzi

#24. Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took away all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

Toni Morrison

#25. Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.

William Drummond