Bill Kreutzmann Quotes

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

When the show's not around any more, it's going to be hard not to have her in my life.

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

If I had any advice to give to anybody, it would be record your parents talking so that, when you're longing to hear that voice, you can play the tape. But for me, it's a little often. You don't always need to be reminded that he isn't here anymore.

Chris' absence is very much felt. There's just a huge void in our home life.

I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.

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

I miss Denny Crane.

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

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

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

I was learning 'Changes' at the time that my mom was sick and she was leaving me. And those last verses in that song, they really struck my soul, totally.

With the death of my father, it wasn't just the objects of everyday life that had changed; even the most ordinary street scenes had become irreplaceable mementos of a lost world whose every detail figured in the meaning of the whole.

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.

I want to tell you how much I miss my mother. Bits of her are still there. I miss her most when I'm sitting across from her.

You never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.

She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence.

I'm missing some people, you know, and this is not nostalgia. I miss them. This is melancholy.

I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.

If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!

The absence of him is everywhere I look.