Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

My life closed twice before its close

I'm 64 years old and, yeah, I went through a transition in my life last year, with the death of my son, that woke me up to a lot of things. You know, I'm perfectly happy in my own little groove. Marching along, building my company, and you know, a happy person.

I find it very, very hard. He was part of the fabric of my life. We were kids together, and teenagers. We spent the whole of our lives with each other because of our music.

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

Obviously, at this age, I've lost people in my life. But with a parent, it's just different. I was very attached to my father and had this naive little-girl notion that he'd always be around. So I'm finding acceptance of my father's death is the hardest thing to accept.

If our hearts are ready for anything, we can open to our inevitable losses, and to the depths of our sorrow. We can grieve our lost loves, our lost youth, our lost health, our lost capacities. This is part of our humanness, part of the expression of our love for life.

From time to time, I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life, the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died, when I went through a divorce, and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.

The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.

My life was very tenuous last year. My daughter's death, in March in 2007, was unexpected. It was a shock. I didn't know if I'd survive it.

I've lost lots of men in my life, besides my mother, which is a whole different loss.

In grief, after even the happiest of relationships, we go over things again and again.

Death is always and under all circumstances a tragedy, for if it is not, then it means that life itself has become one.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Most of life is sad.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.

I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

What I was afraid of was my own grief, the weight of it, the ineluctable corrosive force of it, and the stark awareness I had of being, for the first time in my life, entirely alone, a Crusoe shipwrecked and stranded in the limitless wastes of a boundless and indifferent ocean.

It's a time of sorrow and sadness when we lose a loss of life.