Ani DiFranco Quotes

There's no comfort in the truth, pain is all you'll find.

Anybody singing the blues is in a deep pit yelling for help.

The wretched hasten to hear of their own miseries.

Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man," returned Mr. Brownlow, "and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief.

I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

Into each life some rain must fall.

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

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

One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often.

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

One thing the blues ain't, is funny.

In the world of the present, in our time, we feel that suffering, anguish, the torments of body and soul, are greater than ever before in the history of mankind.

Tragedy is one of the larger prices we pay for being alive. No one ever sidesteps tragedy. It is always there, shadowing us.

Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Others live on in a careless and lukewarm state - not appearing to fill Longfellow's measure: 'Into each life, some rain must fall.'

In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and to the young, it comes with bitterest agony because it takes them unawares. I have had experience enough to know what I say.