grief

"Every day we should remind ourselves, I exclaimed, that there is nothing we can do for our friends but to leave them their pleasures and to increase their happiness by enjoying it with them. When their inmost soul are tormented by terrifying passion or torn with grief, can you afford them the slightest consolation? And then, when the last and most dreadful sickness seizes the creature you weakened in her prime, and she lies there wretched and exhausted, her dim eyes raised to heaven, the fever of death on her pale brow, and you stand by the bedside like a soul damned- then you sense deep down that your entire fortune cannot help her, and you are convulsed by the fearful thought that you would give everything to give this failing creature just a little strength, just a scrap of courage. " Johann Wolfgang von Goethe- The Sorrows of Young Werther