Pain,

The following passage from Charles Dickens short story touched me . It is taken out the story relating the death of a poor person's ailing child.

They little know , who coldly talk of the poor man's bereavements , as a happy release from pain to the departed and a merciful relief from expense to the survivor. They little know I say ,what the agony of those bereavements is.

A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away --the consciousness that we posses the sympathy and affection of one being , when all others have deserted us---is a hold, a stay , a comfort in the deepest affliction , which no wealth could purchase or power bestow.