Men should think twice before making widow hood woman's only path to power.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and Jill a wealthy widow.

A rich widow weeps with one eye and signals with the other.

The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's spirits.

I'm ultimately a widow and a single mother, who's not even getting to be a mother right now. I am so alone, it's freaky.

With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nations wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphanto do all which may achieve and cherish a just, and a lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations.

It is better to be the widow of a hero than the wife of a coward.

Sorrow for a husband is like a pain in the elbow, sharp and short.

Take example by your father, my boy, and be very careful of vidders all your life, specially if they've kept a public house, Sammy.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

He that outlives a wife whom he has long loved, sees himself disjoined from the only mind that has the same hopes, and fears, and interest; from the only companion with whom he has shared much good and evil; and with whom he could set his mind at liberty, to retrace the past or anticipate the future. The continuity of being is lacerated; the settled course of sentiment and action is stopped; and life stands suspended and motionless.

Widows are divided into two classes -- the bereaved and relieved.

A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.

There is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor, dear uncle, as if he had never existed; and I thought it my duty to do so.

The poor fatherless baby of eight months is now the utterly broken-hearted and crushed widow of forty-two! My life as a happy one is ended! the world is gone for me! If I must live on (and I will do nothing to make me worse than I am), it is henceforth for our poor fatherless children -- for my unhappy country, which has lost all in losing him -- and in only doing what I know and feel he would wish.

He first deceased; she for a little tried to live without him, liked it not, and died.

I've certainly had to go through trying to change the fact that I was always identified as the widow of Notorious B.I.G. You know, I'm never going to be able to get away from having been married to him, but that's not what identifies me. You know, my life isn't just about that.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

Can anyone understand how it is to have lived in the White House and then, suddenly, to be living alone as the President's widow?

This country owes them all a debt of gratitude.

The down payment on that debt is making sure that we live up to Lincoln's charge: to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan.

Once upon a time there was a widow who had two daughters.

The elder was so much like her, both in looks and character, that whoever saw the daughter saw the mother.