Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

And every grief that mortals shareFound pity in his tenderness.

[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered.

I have seen people who find that grief gives them something they never had before, and no matter how terrible and real their loss they choose to hug that awfulness to them rather than push it away.