I was adored once too.
William Shakespeare
Poor man. Poor mankind.
William Faulkner
Sad as a wasted passion.
George Eliot
Please don’t make me a joke.
Marilyn Monroe
My life is one big dark-room.
Lydia
So softly death succeeded life in her,
John Dryden
I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen.
Lloyd
Loneliness has been following me my whole life.
Travis Bickle
I deserve to be alone, in hell. Thats where I am.
Hugh
The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.
Sophocles
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
Carl Sandburg
So I'm single now, and everything's changed. I hate it.
Corey
If God wants me with him, there is none who will stop him.
Beth
I feel nothing. There's nothing inside. None of this is real.
Tom Black
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here.
Jenny Curran
Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I ‘ll taste the luxury of woe.
Thomas Moore
Your father loves you, Faramir. He will remember it before the end.
Gandalf
Please don't make me a joke. Interview with Patricia Newcomb, 1962.
Marilyn Monroe
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Winnie the Pooh
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.
The Tenth Circle
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Roy Batty
We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for me.
Frodo
It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.
Jodi Picoult
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
Mother Teresa
She should have died hereafter- there would have been time for such a thing.
William Shakespeare
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Pablo Neruda
Surely ‘t is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.
Pablo Neruda
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
Samuel Beckett
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rest, and let me die.
William Shakespeare
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rest, and let me die.
William Shakespeare
I answer the question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with here in my heart and mind and memories.
Maya Angelou
There are no good-byes for my dog who has died, and we don’t now and never did lie to each other.
Pablo Neruda
We all have a destiny. I should have died out there. I was supposed to die in the field with honor.
Lt. Dan Taylor
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Maya Angelou
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Thomas Moore
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Pablo Neruda
all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing. A Dog Has Died
Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Tonight I Can Write
Pablo Neruda
Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.
Albert Camus
I have little desire to spend my few remaining years grieving for the loss of old friends. Or their sons.
Alfred
My heart can take the pounding. My mind can handle the grind. But my body knows it's time to say goodbye.
Kobe Bryant
Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. I 'd be a Butterfly.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
Robert Browning
It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.
Kate Chopin
There are no good-byes for my dog who has died, and we don't now and never did lie to each other. A Dog Has Died
Pablo Neruda
There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness. "Inferno," cto. 5, l. 121-3
Dante Alighieri
My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love, My heart is breaking, and my eyes are dim, And I am all aweary of my life.
Alfred Tennyson
I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Tonight I Can Write
Pablo Neruda
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. Oh breathe not his Name.
Thomas Moore
I am sorry that I have brought this upon you, my boy. And I'm sorry that you must bear this burden. I'm sorry for everything.
Bilbo
I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Alfred Tennyson
I have gone through what no other mortal on earth has gone through; I put my lips to the hands of the man who has killed my children.
Homer
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature’s funeral cries For what has been and is not.
George Eliot
Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There ‘s such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.
Samuel Rogers
If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.
Maya Angelou
I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Charles Lamb
There’s somewhat flows to us in life, But more is taken quite away. Pray, Alice, pray, my darling wife, That we may die the self-same day.
Alfred Tennyson
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you.
Charles Bukowski
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You know, when your mother died, a thousand people said a thousand stupid things to me and I just wanted one of them to give me a reason not to die.
Dr. Andrew Brown
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. Bluebird
Charles Bukowski
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.
Virginia Woolf
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
Charles Bukowski
The love of the Elves for their land and their works is deeper than the deeps of the Sea, and their regret is undying and cannot ever wholly be assuaged.
J.R.R. Tolkien
Alone!-that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.
The House at Pooh Corner (1928), ch. 10
You know - one loves the sunset, when one is so sad... "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill / Of things unknown but longed for still / And his tune is heard on the distant hill / For the caged bird sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why
Edna St. Vincent Millay
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them Cause and Effect
Charles Bukowski
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
You know - one loves the sunset, when one is so sad... "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply. chapter 6
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
One day, not long from now, my looks will go, they will dicover I can't act, and I will become some sad middle aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for awhile.
Anna
One day, not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can’t act, and I will become some sad middle aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for awhile.
Anna
Oh, Jo, I’ve missed you so. Why does everyone want to go away? I love being home. But I don’t like being left behind. Now I am the one going ahead. I am not afraid. I can be brave like you.
Beth
I shall never be able to realise the too sanguine hopes of my friends, for at twenty-eight I am a thoroughly old man - mentally and bodily. Far more so, indeed, than I am willing to express.
Branwell Bronte
Anger may in time change to gladness; vexation may be succeeded by content. But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.
Sun Tzu
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide When, moment on moment, there rushes between The one and the other a sea; Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be!
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide When, moment on moment, there rushes between The one and the other a sea; Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be! A Lament.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more. It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
I prayed for the city to be cleared of people, for the gift of being alone…which is the one New York prayer that rarely gets lost or delayed in channels, and in no time at all everything I touched turned to solid loneliness.
J.D. Salinger
After a break-up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.
Carrie
We gather here in memory of twenty beautiful children and six remarkable adults. They lost their lives in a school that could have been any school; in a quiet town full of good and decent people that could be any town in America.
Barack Obama
"How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care." Astrid, White Oleander
Janet Fitch
Many times I've called for Marius, but there was no answer. Just the endless procession of days, months, years... My teacher left me to my darkest lesson, that in the end, we are alone, and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity.
Lestat
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal – every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open – this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
Washington Irving
In a few generations more, there will probably be no room at all allowed for animals on the earth: no need of them, no toleration of them. An immense agony will have then ceased, but with it there will also have passed away the last smile of the world’s youth.
Ouida
If, as I can’t help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for both lovers, and for all pairs of lovers without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.
C.S. Lewis
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. Teach me to forget.
All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not. Book i.