William Shakespeare Quotes

People like music when they're in love, but they don't need it as much. You need music when you're missing someone or you're pining for someone or you're forgetting someone or you're trying to process what just happened.

And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you.

That's the number one rule after you lose someone is go to somebody else, go to the people around you, be with the people that you love.

When my wife left me, in real life, T. J. Miller was like, 'I'm shooting a movie in Pittsburgh. I'll fly you out and get you a hotel room,' and I spent a week with him.

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are letters which bring us the written characters of the absent friend.

I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Arms now empty will be filled and hearts now hurting from broken dreams and yearning will be healed.

He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

That grief is light which can take counsel.

Thought consoles us for all, and heals all. If at times it does you ill, ask it for the remedy for that ill and it will give it to you.

Reading nurtures the soul, and an enlightened friend brings it solace.

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

When you get to be my age there are more and more people you have known that you miss. Brion [Gysin], Antony Balch, Ian Summerville are ones I think of right away I was quite close to.

Bones heal, but the loss of my friend will never heal.

What do you say? There really are no words for that. There really aren't. Somebody tries to say, 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' People say that to me. There's no language for it. Sorry doesn't do it. I think you should just hug people and mop their floor or something.

So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it.

The classics can console. But not enough.

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.

“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”

I don't think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.

You need not cry very loud; he is nearer to us than we think.

Since I met him ten years ago there hasn't been a day that I didn't think of George Burns. And I didn't think of him again today.

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built out of longing great wonders have been willed they're only little tears darling let them spill and lay your head upon my shoulder.

We reflect on what has been lost and comfort those enduring a profound grief. And somehow we know that a brighter morning will come.