Charles Bradley Quotes

When the show's not around any more, it's going to be hard not to have her in my life.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

A very powerful theme in fiction is that of loss.

I am tired of losing people.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

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.

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.

The end of anything is not fun because there's a nostalgia to it and everything else. Even the end of a bad relationship can feel so, so, so sad.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

The song 'Some Other Time...' is full of emotion. In wartime, it had a tremendously poignant feeling.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

'I Know You Care' is really personal and fragile for me. For me, it's about losing a family member and also about a breakup. It's about this idea of losing someone for good.

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!

Music breaks my heart constantly.

I can't bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

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

I think 'Lost' is like losing a friend or a relative or someone. You can't replace it with another one.

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

My father is gone, and I miss him as only an adoring daughter can.

My songs have a layer of melancholy.

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.