Marge Piercy Quotes

When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

I suppose I'm interested in sorrow, which is very different from depression or despair. Sorrow is continuous with the world; it allows for creativity.

I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

I wear a lot of black. Like my heart.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

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.

A terrific sadness swept over Jerry. As if somebody had died. The way he felt standing in the cemetry that day they buried his mother. And nothing you could do about it.

O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?

Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.

...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.

My heart is broken by the terrible loss I have sustained in my old friends and companions and my poor soldiers. Believe me, nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.

Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.

I'm in mourning for my life.

Death always leaves one singer to mourn.

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.

There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.