To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Grief makes one hour ten.

There's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.

From craving is born grief, from craving is born fear. For one freed from craving there's no grief - so how fear?

Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward.

My son has died of AIDS.