I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.

Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

If one bad thing befell me, I immediately linked it to every bad thing that had happened in the last week or might happen in the coming week. And when I became sad, I was prone to wallow in grief, piling up my woes and sprawling on them like a dragon on a hoard.

"When we've been there 10,000 years..." / We'll see all trips were brief, / For there love's joy will banish tears, / As glory quenches grief....

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.