Storm Jameson Quotes

Nothing lasts-not even pain.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

But then it passed, as all things do.

And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over

Death is as casual and often as unexpected as birth. It is as difficult to define grief as joy. Each is finite. Each will fade.

Everything passes. (That's what makes it endurable.)

A little time, and thou shalt close thy eyes; and him who has attended thee to thy grave, another soon will lament.

There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.

Every life is punctuated by deaths and departures, and each one causes great suffering that it is better to endure rather than forgo the pleasure of having known the person who has passed away. Somehow our world rebuilds itself after every death, and in any case we know that none of us will last forever. So you might say that life and death lead us by the hand, firmly but tenderly.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

It took me less than half a lifetime to realize that regret is one of the few guaranteed certainties. Sooner or later everything is touched by it, despite our naive and senseless hope that just this time we will be spared its cold hand on our heart.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

I envy the dead.

Life is really pretty tricky, and there's a lot of loss, and the longer you stay alive, the more people you lose whom you actually couldn't live without.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

Every so often, we all gaze into the abyss. It's a depressing fact of life that eventually the clock expires; eventually the sand in the hourglass runs out. It's the leaving behind of everything that matters to us that hurts the most.

There is some suffering that awaits us all.

One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.

Nothing can be grievous that is but once