“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
“The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.”
“Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.”
“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.”
“O Holy Spirit, give me a simple heart which will not retire within itself to savor its own sorrows, a heart magnanimous in giving itself, easily moved to compassion, a faithful, generous heart, which does not forget any favor received nor hold resentment for any injuries done to it.”
“for my grief's so greatThat no supporter but the huge firm earthCan hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.(Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)”