Alas! I have not words to tell my grief;
To vent my sorrow would be some relief;
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain;
We groan, we cannot speak, in greater pain.
—Dryden.
It is folly to tear one's hair in sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.—Cicero.
Dr. Holmes says, both wittily and truly, that crying widows are easiest consoled.—H.W. Shaw.
Who fails to grieve, when just occasion calls,
Or grieves too much, deserves not to be blest:
Inhuman, or effeminate, his heart.
—Young.
Great grief makes sacred those upon whom its hand is laid. Joy may elevate, ambition glorify, but sorrow alone can consecrate.—Horace Greeley.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.—Shakespeare.
Grumbling.—When a man is full of the Holy Ghost, he is the very last man to be complaining of other people.—D.L. Moody.
Every one must see daily instances of people who complain from a mere habit of complaining.—Graves.
There is an unfortunate disposition in a man to attend much more to the faults of his companions which offend him, than to their perfections which please him.—Greville.
No talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, is required to set up in the grumbling business; but those who are moved by a genuine desire to do good have little time for murmuring or complaint.—Robert West.