“My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.”
“A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet or relief,In word, or sigh, or tear.”
“Furthermore, as the body suffers the horrors of disease and the pangs of pain, so we see the mind stabbed with anguish, grief and fear. What more natural than that it should likewise have a share in death?”
“The memory was so painful that tears came into my eyes, and a pang of grief tore through my body.”
“My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.”
“This is, I believe, it: not the crude anguish of physical death but the incomparable pangs of the mysterious mental maneuver needed to pass from one state of being to another.”