“Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.”

— Ovid, Tristia, V.1 (translation)

About Ovid

Roman poet, author of the 'Metamorphoses' and 'Tristia'.

“Time, in its stealthy gliding, cheats us all without our notice; nothing goes more swiftly than do the years.”

“Thanks are justly due for things got without purchase.”

“Love is a thing full of anxious fears.”

“Grieving is a sign of spiritual health.”

“Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”

“After great pain, a formal feeling comes.”

“Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak!”

“One often calms one's grief by recounting it.”