Dorothy Parker Quotes

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.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

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

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

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

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

When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.

Sir, sorrow is inherent in humanity. As you cannot judge two and two to be either five, or three, but certainly four, so, when comparing a worse present state with a better which is past, you cannot but feel sorrow. It is not cured by reason, but by the incursion of present objects, which bear out the past.

Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.

I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted.

There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

I think whenever you lose somebody close to you, there's always a part of you that wishes you could have done something differently.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

I have spent more than half a lifetime trying to express the tragic moment.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.

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

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.