Every anniversary has been filled with anger, weeping and sorrow, but this anniversary brings to an end a very painful and emotional chapter in this family. This is the day Alice can rest, for justice is finally being served.

There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of anything, to fling himself down at the root of the nearest tree, and lie there passive for evermore. The leaves might bestrew him, and the soil gradually accumulate and form a little hillock over his frame, no matter whether there were life in it or no. Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided.

Ah, don't be sorrowful darling, And don't be sorrowful, pray: Taking the year together, my dear, There isn't more night than day.

He who can suppress a moment's anger may prevent a day of sorrow

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

Patience is the gossamer web between Frustration and Anger. Once it is torn, Sorrow will be your shadow.