I used to believe that the sorrow of any parent losing a child is the greatest sorrow anyone can know. But it got worse.

They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.

The feeling was that losing anonymity was off-putting for someone who wouldn't know where they would be in 18 years' time.

In books too, as well as in music, she courted the misery which a contrast between the past and present was certain of giving.

When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.