Paul Verlaine Quotes

I'm here to be lovesick, broke and drifting, writing heartache songs and singing about pain and misery and depression, with a few good times here and there.

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.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

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

Music breaks my heart constantly.

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

I lived and languished.

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

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

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.

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

One thing the blues ain't, is funny.

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

Love and despair go hand in hand.

It was the saddest day of my life.

There is a lot of sadness in America.

I don't wanna make something depressing, I wanna make something sorrowful.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

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.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness every day.

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

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.