Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.
Shadow of the GiantSorrow fades," he muttered as he retrieved the last fragment, "grief dies, but Art lives forever.
The Mad MasqueradeThe soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.
Toll the HoundsHis suppressed grief becomes anger. But what can he do with anger? It must also be suppressed.
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