Nancy Sinatra Quotes

It's not the same without Jerry. It never will be.

I miss Denny Crane.

I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting - she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely... gone.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

The bottom line is I'm writing to save the dead. I'm writing to save the people I have lost, some of whose bodies are still walking around.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

God, I wish you could have been there.

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

[T]hese last few days where I've moped around damn near depressed for real, because of people who do not exist. Not really. I can buy them Christmas presents, but there is no way to send them. Sometimes I feel like I should be able to walk into the next room and there they will be, but they won't. These people do not exisit as flesh and blood, but there are different kinds of reality, and there are days when imagination feels very, very real.

Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness.

In the midst of the sense of tragedy or loss, sometimes laughter is not only healing, it's a way of experiencing the person that you've lost again.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

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.

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.

The song 'Some Other Time...' is full of emotion. In wartime, it had a tremendously poignant feeling.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

I have a, you know, a John Ritter-shaped hole in my heart. Nobody can replace that.

I suppose the things you remember about someone who has died are the funny moments. Those are the ones that stand out.

There are days when I wonder why my mom couldn't be here to see this.

I always miss my mom. Mother's Day would be just one more day I'd feel her absence but for the relentless commercialization. Thanks to that, this day is even harder to deal with.

This house was our dream-the gardens, the study, even the swimming pool. Even though I can't see John when I wake up in the morning, I can always feel him here with me.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.