“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.”
“The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.”
“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
“Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.”
“...does that not tell you that grief is like life and that there is always somethings unknown beyond it?”
“She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.”