I was thinking of this this morning:
HIPPOGRIFF: Orpheus. We have heard of your loss; you have our sympathies also.
ORPHEUS: I do not need your pity, Hippogriff.
HIPPOGRIFF: It was freely given, boy. You should not scorn it.
ORPHEUS: Don't pity me.
MORPHEUS: You should have gone to her funeral.
MORPHEUS: To say goodbye.
ORPHEUS: I have not yet said goodbye to Eurydice.
MORPHEUS: You should. You are mortal: it is the mortal way. You attend the funeral, you bid farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times, the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
~Neil Gaiman's The Sandman: Fables & Reflections,
"Orpheus, The Song of Orpheus"