Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

I had a wonderful family including my aunts, uncles and cousins but they've all gone to heaven.

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.

But that was the best time of my life, and only now that it has gone from me forever -- only now do I realize it.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

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.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

Our past is who we are, and death is one of our experiences. I lost my husband a long time ago, but it's always yesterday.

I envy the dead.

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

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.

I know what you go through when you learn someone close to you has died.

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.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.

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

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

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

I very much loved my late wife, Diana Joy Colbert, and I'd rather hold onto what I can.

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

Memory is the only friend of grief.