Lord Byron Quotes

Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.

I walk alone, assaulted it seems, by tears from heaven.

When the people you love are gone, you're alone.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

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.

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.

Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

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.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

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.

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

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

One of the wonderful things about this glorious holiday trip I'm on is that I'm in public with people. It hasn't been inclined... I don't know - something to do with the death of my wife. It's inclined to make me isolated.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

I cry a lot because I miss people.

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

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

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.