1 For my own part, I begin to love him as a brother, and his constant and deep grief fills me with sympathy and compassion.
2 As he said this his countenance became expressive of a calm, settled grief that touched me to the heart.
3 You may easily imagine that I was much gratified by the offered communication, yet I could not endure that he should renew his grief by a recital of his misfortunes.
4 These are the reflections of the first days; but when the lapse of time proves the reality of the evil, then the actual bitterness of grief commences.
5 She indeed veiled her grief and strove to act the comforter to us all.
6 But I was not the witness of his grief, for I was lifeless and did not recover my senses for a long, long time.
7 When my dearest aunt died every one was too much occupied in their own grief to notice poor Justine, who had attended her during her illness with the most anxious affection.
8 Yet, as I drew nearer home, grief and fear again overcame me.
9 From the tortures of my own heart, I turned to contemplate the deep and voiceless grief of my Elizabeth.
10 They elevated me from all littleness of feeling, and although they did not remove my grief, they subdued and tranquillized it.
11 I saw, with surprise and grief, the leaves decay and fall, and nature again assume the barren and bleak appearance it had worn when I first beheld the woods and the lovely moon.
12 My journey had been my own suggestion, and Elizabeth therefore acquiesced, but she was filled with disquiet at the idea of my suffering, away from her, the inroads of misery and grief.
13 The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief.
14 The deep grief which this scene had at first excited quickly gave way to rage and despair.
15 When he heard the sound of my approach, he ceased to utter exclamations of grief and horror and sprung towards the window.