Anna Letitia Barbauld Quotes

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

Widow. The word consumes itself.

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

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

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.

Survivors do not mourn together. They each mourn alone, even when in the same place. Grief is the most solitary of all feelings. Grief isolates, and every ritual, every gesture, every embrace, is a hopeless effort to break through that isolation. None of it works. The forms crumble and dissolve. To face death is to stand alone.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.

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.

I want to be alone and work until the day my heads hits the drawing table and I'm dead. Kaput. I feel very much like I want to be with my brother and sister again. They're nowhere. I know they're nowhere and they don't exist, but if nowhere means that's where they are, that's where I want to be.

When my father died, I was living in England. It was very traumatic that he died when I was away.

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

We die as often as we lose a friend.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

A very powerful theme in fiction is that of loss.

It's very hard to lose someone who's the closest person to you in your life.

I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.