Vince Gill Quotes

Memory is the only friend of grief.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.

When my dad passed, there's a lot of sadness right below the surface, and I think there will be until the day I die. So, writing sad songs helps it. And when I sing them, it's pure therapy for me.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

Of course the death of Geoffrey has caused a lot of trauma to me generally.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

You have moments of grief in life, and if you can put pen to paper and capture that, that's something wonderful. I can revisit actual songs about past deaths, and I know that emotion is as true now as it was then.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

It was the saddest day of my life.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

When I held in my hands the remains of Gunther, I had a strong feeling, like a phantom pain of an amputee.

Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

Grief is the price we pay for love.

It would be a lie to say that people are coming to adoption with joy at all times. Hope, perhaps, but it would be disingenuous to say that every part coming to an adoption isn't seriously grieving.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

When my dog Buster died, I couldn't get over it. I was in bits.

Pearls mean tears.