I feel pity for him, and that is a poor sign of love.
It's never hard to sing the blues. Everyone in the world has the blues . . .
The blues to me is like being very sad, very sick, going to church, being very happy ... it's sort of a mixed up thing. You just have to feel it.
I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.
Many Americans don't mourn in public anymore - we don't wear black, we don't beat our chests and wail.
Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.
When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail's response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, "My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.
I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
When we grieve over someone who has died in Christ, we are sorrowing not for them, but for ourselves. Our grief isn't a sign of weak faith, but of great love.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
