I just realized that there's going to be a lot of painful times in life, so I better learn to deal with it the right way.
Grief is Newark. It's there. Can't avoid it. The idea is to hold your nose, hope the traffic's not too bad and get on to Manhattan as quickly as possible.
It seems the misfortune of one can plow a deeper furrow in the heart than the misfortune of millions.
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger he will plunge through.
Grief can take care of itself; but to get the full value of a joy you must have someone to divide it with.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.