Because it's raining where you are doesn't mean the sun isn't shining somewhere else.

Every tear, every joy, outlives itself and becomes mere memory.

Every grief, every joy outlives itself and becomes enshrined as memory.

Tears of grief and tears of joy are the same tears.

The man who doesn't howl at the moon when his mother dies is no man at all.

We all suffer our share of grief but we are stronger than our grief.

Tears have always been easier to shed than explain.

The shores are flooded with tears, but the waves keep coming

A grief stays with you as long as you carry it.