John Trudell Quotes

Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

Skys are crying, I am watching, catching teardrops in my eyes.

February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the ink and all you grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls. To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall down into the puddles, hurl Dry sadness deep into the eyes. Below, the wet black earth shows through, With sudden cries the wind is pitted, The more haphazard, the more true The poetry that sobs its heart out.

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.

rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.

red plastic rain her tears stain

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

I suppose I'm interested in sorrow, which is very different from depression or despair. Sorrow is continuous with the world; it allows for creativity.

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.

Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It's true.

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

I had sadness for breakfast.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

I have heartaches, I have blues. No matter what you got, the blues is there. 'Cause that's all I know - the blues. And I can sing the blues so deep until you can have this room full of money and I can give you the blues.

One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often.

It's the poignancy and sadness in things that gets to me.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

Christmas makes everything twice as sad.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.