John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes

I like dark, hopeless, beautiful tragedies.

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

A loss feels like a loss.

I know how it feels to lose.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

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

Once there had been joy, but now there was only sadness, and it was not, he knew, alone the sadness of an empty house; it was the sadness of all else, the sadness of the Earth, the sadness of the failures and the empty triumphs.

When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.

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

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

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.

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

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

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

They'll take everything, even your tears.

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

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

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

This crowd did not diminish through the whole of that cold, wet day; they seemed not to know what was to by their fate since their great benefactor was dead, and though strong and brave men wept when I met them.

It looked like everything worth living for was gone. The entire country was depressed -- there was no hope.