“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.”

“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.”

“All I can tell you is this. Some hearts break from grief some from joy. Some even break from love. But hearts break because they are too small to contain the gifts life gives us. Your task will be to let your heart grow large enough not to break”

“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 iron heart that does not bleed The iron wing that does not break They exist, here and now”