“...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...”
“If you wish me to weep, you yourselfMust first feel grief.”
“It was his own grief turned magically to song.”
“My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.”
“The grief, too, passes.”
“Henry turned as if to dart out of the room, then swung around and stared at them, a look of confusion passing over his freckled face, as if he had only now had cause to wonder why Will, Tessa, and Jem might be crouching together in a mostly disused storage room. "What are you three doing in here, anyway?"Will tilted his head to the side and smiled at Henry. "Charades," he said. "Massive game.”