All Quotes By Tag: Grief

“I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.”

“Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.”

“The thing about dead people… The thing is you sound like a bastard if you don’t romanticize them, but the truth is… complicated, I guess.”

“[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.”

“We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.”

“Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can’t you see who I truly am?”

“In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.”

“Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don’t.I have grey eyes to her green,an oval face to her heart-shaped one,I’m shorter, scrawnier, paler, flatter, plainer, tamer.All we shared is a madhouse of curlsthat I imprison in a ponytailwhile she let hers ravelike madnessaround her head.I don’t sing in my sleepor eat the petals off flowersor run into the rain instead of out of it.I’m the unplugged-in one,the side-kick sister,tucked into a corner of her shadow.Boys followed her everywhere;they filled the booths at the restaurant where she waitressed,herded around her at the river.One day, I saw a boy come up behind herand pull a strand of her long hairI understood this-I felt the same way.In photographs of us together,she is always looking at the camera,and I am always looking at her.”

“I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I’d be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came crashing down and that was it for the rest of the day. Sunlight was reproof. Shouldn’t I feel better than I had in the dead of night.”

“As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved?But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine.”

“CLEMENTINE: This is it, Joel. It’s going to be gone soon.JOEL: I know.CLEMENTINE: What do we do?JOEL: Enjoy it.”

“Why can’t I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply.”

“My head is full of fireand grief and my tongueruns wild, piercedwith shards of glass.”

“They say, ‘The coward dies many times’; so does the beloved. Didn’t the eagle find a fresh liver to tear in Prometheus every time it dined?”

“Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It’s like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done… life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before. ”