Quotessence
Home / Topics / Gray Days Quotes

Gray Days Quotes

Browse 12 quotes about Gray Days.

Gray Days Quotes

“If a man does not die of a wound, then it heals in some fashion, and so it is with loss. From the sharp pain of immediate berevement, both the Prince and I passed into the gray days of numb bewilderment and waiting. So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it.”

IfsMenDoePainDiesWaitingHurtLossGriefFashionWoundsHealGrayAccustomedNumbBewildermentGray Days
Book:Fool's Errand: The Tawny Man Trilogy
Create image

“There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immobile. We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed. We lay in each other's arms, still awkward but happy, exchanging breathless kisses into sleep.”

ChildrenStillsNightSleepViewsStreetsArmsBedKissingPaperWindowLaysPhotographWorthyGrayAwkwardExhaustedSheetsPencilsLensesBrooklynRainyBreathlessExchangingLeicaGray Days
Author:Patti Smith
Create image

“She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate and defeated after winter. Peter Lake was at her side and it ruined him forever. It broke him as he had not ever imagined he could have been broken. He would never again be young, or able to remember what it was like to be young. What he had once taken to be pleasures would appear to him in his defeat as hideous and deserved punishments for reckless vanity.”

WorldHas BeensAbleRememberYoungSidesPleasureForeverTakenSkyBrokenDiedLaysWinterDefeatPunishmentVanityBrokeLakesMarchGrayPeterDefeatedRuinedCould Have BeenRecklessCrowHideousBe YoungWindyGray Days
Book:Winter's Tale
Create image

“The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go.”

DoeDreamSongFoundVoiceTreeWindCallingForestsGentleTallGrayExploringPipeGray Days
Book:The Story of Opal: The Journal of an Understanding Heart
Create image