Mary Shelley Quotes

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

Music breaks my heart constantly.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

'I Know You Care' is really personal and fragile for me. For me, it's about losing a family member and also about a breakup. It's about this idea of losing someone for good.

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

When I was younger I used to be devastated if I would lose.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

Most of life is sad.

When something you love gets taken away, it hurts you.

I learned that, with grief, you have to take it one day at a time and learn how to find the happiness amid the heartbreak.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

Tell me, how can I live without my Husband any longer? This is my first awakening thought each morning, and as I watch the waves of the turbulent lake under our windows I sometimes feel I should like to go under them.

It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again

She glances back before stepping into the alley, and she catches her grandfather looking at her the way he does sometimes--as if she's already gone, as if he's practicing sorrow.

The light is heart-breaking.

The brooding is better than the joy because even if the heart fills with happiness, it still mourns.

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.