And every grief that mortals shareFound pity in his tenderness.

Yes, but tenderness becomes me best - a sort of dyingness - you see that picture has a sort of a - ha, Foible? A swimmingness in the eyes.

[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered.

I have seen people who find that grief gives them something they never had before, and no matter how terrible and real their loss they choose to hug that awfulness to them rather than push it away.

That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;And pity 't is 't is true.

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them.