He thought that on the ship he could come to some terms with sorrow, not knowing, yet, that there are no terms to be made with sorrow. It can be cured by death and it can be blunted or anesthetized by various things. Time is supposed to cure it, too. But if it is cured by anything less than death, the chances are that it was not true sorrow.

Ernest Hemingway, "Islands In The Stream" (1970)