every heart has its graveyard.
He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
I have found words [in the Bible] for my inmost thoughts, songs for my joy, utterances for my hidden griefs, and pleadings for my shame and my feebleness.
Secret griefs are more cruel than public calamities.
Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.
That grief is the most durable which flows inward, and buries its streams with its fountain, in the depths of the heart.
If with love thy heart has burned; If thy love is unreturned; Hide thy grief within thy breast, Though it tear thee unexpressed.
And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
