Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

Poets have always celebrated grief as one of the deepest human emotions.

Come all ye that pass by, and see if there is any sorrow like unto my sorrow.

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.

Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!

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

In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that's certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there's also this thorniness, these edges that come out.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

'Hamlet' is the best description of grief I've read because it dramatizes grief rather than merely describing it.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

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

At the root of everything I write is tragedy.

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.

Grief is a world you walk through skinned, unshelled.