Which would you choose if you could:pleasure for yourself despite your friendsor a share in their grief?

I live in a place of tears.

ELECTRA: Oh but my love—now that you have travelled back down all those years to meet my heart, over all this grief of mine, do not oh love—ORESTES: What are you asking?ELECTRA: Do not turn your face from me. Don't take yourself away.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

[H]ave my miseries a measure?

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.

Gentle time will heal our sorrows.