Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than remember me and cry

Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend, Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behind, With whips and stings

We will never forget them nor the last time we saw them this morning as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God

No one is exempt from grief

Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy

Tears are words the heart can't express

I cannot bear it said the pewter soldier. I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end I was at last about to jump down from the drawers

If people would dare to speak to one another unreservedly, there would be a good deal less sorrow in the world a hundred years hence