It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand

Son of a Witch,

I feel nothing but grief, sorrow and sadness for Sid (VIcious). l've lost my friend, I couldn't have changed it, I was young. God I wish I was smarter... He's dead for fuck's sake.

. . . when the horror of his grief was new to him, and every object in life, however trifling or however important, seem saturated with his one great sorrow.