grief (n.)
- accident
- ache
- aching
- adversity
- affliction
- agony
- anguish
- attrition
- bale
- bitterness
- bleakness
- blow
- burden
- calamity
- care
- casualty
- cataclysm
- catastrophe
- cheerlessness
- collision
- contretemps
- contriteness
- contrition
- crack-up
- cramp
- crash
- crushing
- curse
- cut
- dejection
- depression
- desolation
- despair
- despondency
- difficulty
- disaster
- discomfort
- distress
- distressfulness
- dole
- dolor
- dreariness
- extremity
- heartache
- heartbreak
- hurt
- infelicity
- injury
- joylessness
- lamentation
- lesion
- load
- melancholia
- melancholy
- misadventure
- mischance
- misery
- misfortune
- mishap
- mournfulness
- onus
- ordeal
- pain
- painfulness
- pang
- passion
- pathos
- pileup
- pining
- poignancy
- prostration
- regret
- regrets
- remorse
- rue
- ruth
- sadness
- shame
- shamefacedness
- shamefulness
- sharpness
- shipwreck
- shock
- smash
- sore
- sorriness
- sorrow
- sorrowfulness
- spasm
- stress
- stroke
- suffering
- throes
- torment
- tragedy
- trauma
- travail
- trial
- tribulation
- trouble
- unhappiness
- wistfulness
- woe
- woefulness
- worry
- wound
- wreck
- wrench
- wretchedness
The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft a-gley;
And leave us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.
The bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
This grief is crowned with consolation.
In the first days
Of my distracting grief, I found myself
As women wish to be who love their lords.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Alone!—that worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known
Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word Alone!
The glory dies not, and the grief is past.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.
No blessed leisure for love or hope,
But only time for grief.
What's gone and what's past help
Should be past grief.
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
'T is better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
Still so gently o'er me stealing,
Mem'ry will bring back the feeling,
Spite of all my grief revealing,
That I love thee,—that I dearly love thee still.
Opera of La Sonnambula.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
Men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel.
Patch grief with proverbs.
