The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world's sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

The elevation of grief to a status transcending that which it sorrows.

That the deep foundation of the world be considered where it has its being in the sorrow of her creatures.

He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind

It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift

Paul walked with something screwed up tight inside him. He would have suffered much physical pain rather than this unreasonable suffering at being exposed to strangers

But he had been so much hurt that something inside him had perished, some of his feelings had gone. There was a blank of insentience.

Let me say from conviction that tears are the outlet of the heart.

As strange as it sounds, broken people are fixed by other broken people. It's God's economy.

And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying.

Sometimes, given their depth, we become little more than the sum of our wounds, and it takes someone else to see what we can be instead of what we are.