Charlotte Bronte Quotes

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

My greatest affliction... is perhaps the major theme of my writings, the affliction of loneliness that follows me like a shadow, a very ponderous shadow too heavy to drag after me all of my days and nights.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

I was a very sad little girl.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

Loneliness is the theme, and I play it like a symphony, in endless variations.

Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It's true.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

My private life's quite sad.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.

Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

In the country of pain we are each alone.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.