Clifford D. Simak Quotes

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.

A loss feels like a loss.

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

'Blue Nights' is a story of loss: simple, wrenching, inconsolable loss.

It hurts. Frankly, it hurts terribly. I have just lived one of the biggest loss of my career. It will be difficult to digest that moment. It is extremely hard to accept. I am disappointed.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Most of life is sad.

I know how it feels to lose.

I don't wanna make something depressing, I wanna make something sorrowful.

I like dark, hopeless, beautiful tragedies.

A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.

The heart overwhelmed by grief knows no rest.

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

He was swept with a sadness, a sadness deep and penetrating, leaving him desolate like someone washed up on a beach, a lone survivor in a world full of strangers.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.