A Quote by Seneca the Younger

He grieves more than is necessary who grieves before any cause for sorrow has arisen. — © Seneca the Younger
He grieves more than is necessary who grieves before any cause for sorrow has arisen.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
Sorrow's child grieves not what has passed, but all the past still yet to come.
nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.
Nothing grieves a child more than to study the wrong lesson and learn something he wasn't suppose to.
We have communion with Christ in His thoughts, views, and purposes; for His thoughts are our thoughts according to our capacity and sanctity. Believers take the same view of matters as Jesus does; that which pleases Him pleases them, and that which grieves His grieves them also.
It always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of children into the ways of life when they are scarcely more than infants. It checks their confidence and simplicity, two of the best qualities that heaven gives them, and demands that they share our sorrows before they are capable of entering into our enjoyments.
Your sorrow itself shall be turned into joy. Not the sorrow to be taken away, and joy to be put in its place, but the very sorrow which now grieves you shall be turned into joy. God not only takes away the bitterness and gives sweetness in its place, but turns the bitterness into sweetness itself.
One loses the capacity to grieve as a child grieves, or to rage as a child rages: hotly, despairingly, with tears of passion. One grows up, one becomes civilized, one learns one's manners, and consequently can no longer manage these two functions - sorrow and anger - adequately.
Envy grieves. Jealousy rages.
One smile relieves a heart that grieves.
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their grieves and fears.
It grieves us to produce work that is not perfect.
My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.
The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.
In the face of suffering, one has no right to turn away, not to see. In the face of injustice, one may not look the other way. When someone suffers, and it is not you, that person comes first. One's very suffering gives one priority. . . . To watch over one who grieves is a more urgent duty than to think of God.
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