“Tears are the silent language of grief”

“There is silent and long-suffering sorrow to be met with among the peasantry. It withdraws into itself and is still. But there is a grief that breaks out, and from that minute it bursts into tears and finds vent in wailing. This is particularly common with women. But it is no lighter a grief than the silent. Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to reopen the wound.”

“The woods were silent in their grief.”

“All women speak two languages:
the language of men
and the language of silent suffering.
 Some women speak a third,
the language of queens.”

“Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.”

“Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?”