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| A foolish son is a grief to his father, and bitterness to her that bare him | | Bible | |
| Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain. | | Christopher Morley | |
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| Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief | | William Shakespeare | |
| Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. | | William Shakespeare | |
| Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself. | | Seneca | |
| Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy must have somebody to divide it with. | | Mark Twain | |
| Grief for a dead Wife, and a troublesome Guest, Continues to the threshold, and there is at rest; But I mean such wives as are none of the best | | Benjamin Franklin | |
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| Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life | | Benjamin Disraeli | |
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| Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind | | Marcel Proust | |
| Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true | | Horace | |
| I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death | | Robert Fulghum | |
| I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief | | Euripides | |
| I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop | | William Shakespeare | |
| If a man be gloomy let him keep to himself. No one has the right to go croaking about society, or what is worse, looking as if he stifled grief. | | Benjamin Disraeli | |
| If you suppress grief too much it can well redouble | | Moliere | |
| If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself. | | Horace | |
| Light griefs are plaintive , but great ones are dumb | | Seneca | |
