Jerry Herman Quotes

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

I promised I'd save him, take him home! I promised him!" . . . Thomas hugged Chuck to his chest, squeezed him as tightly as possible, as if that could somehow bring him back, or show thanks for saving his life, for being his friend when no one else would. Thomas cried, wept like he'd never wept before. His great, racking sobs echoed through the chamber like the sounds of tortured pain. (pg 358 hardback)

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?

Jennifer had never liked the pain of remembering what had happened, but for Theo it was the pain that kept Laura alive in his memory. He was afraid that if it ever began to heal she would disappear.

When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.

Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

I think whenever you lose somebody close to you, there's always a part of you that wishes you could have done something differently.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

It was the saddest day of my life.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

Bereavement is terrible, of course. And when somebody you love dies, it's a time for reflection, a time for memory, a time for regret.

I know what it's like to lose.

A loss of a great friend is traumatic and emotionally tough.

I remember this song by Clay Walker that came out in the '90s called 'This Woman and This Man,' and it was about breaking up, loss, the pain of moving on, and my parents were just getting divorced at the time, so I listened to it over and over again.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

Memory is the only friend of grief.

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

After my grandfather died I went down to the basement of my family house where my family kept books, anthologies and things and there was an anthology without any names attached to it and I read a poem called Spellbound and I somehow attached it to my grandfather's death and I thought my grandfather had written it.