“There is no time for grief; there never is.”

Sur les ailes du Temps la tristesse s'envole.
Book VI (1668), fable 21.
Fables (1668–1679)
Variant: Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Letter to Evelyn Waugh (1 January 1954)
Context: You have never, I think, known real Grief — panic, melancholia, madness, night-sweats, we've all known for most of our lives — you and me particularly. I'm not sure you know human love in the way I do. You have faith and mysticism — intense inner interests — a diverting, virile mind — gusto for vengeance and destruction if necessary, a fancy — a gospel.
What you can't imagine is a creature with a certain iridescent aura and nothing within but a beating frightened heart built round and for Duff... For two days I am quite alone — in these empty rooms with one thought one prayer — "let it end now" — an absurd feminine desire to die in the same way exactly as Duff. [ I have now a ] fearlessness of death — so let it come now before custom of living disinclines me for dying.

Source: Jayber Crow

1840s, The Song of the Shirt (1843)

Song lyrics, The Dreaming (1982)
Context: Only tragedy allows the release
Of love and grief never normally seen.
I didn't want to let them see me weep,
I didn't want to let them see me weak,
But I know I have shown
That I stand at the gates alone.

Source: Jayber Crow

Source: Clockwork Prince