William Shakespeare Quotes

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

I think that humans have a huge capacity to carry pain and sadness. There are things that haunt us our entire lives; we are unable to let them go. The good times seem almost effervescent and dreamlike in comparison with the times that didn't go so well.

Nature is a catchment of sorrows.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room.

I promised I'd save him, take him home! I promised him!" . . . Thomas hugged Chuck to his chest, squeezed him as tightly as possible, as if that could somehow bring him back, or show thanks for saving his life, for being his friend when no one else would. Thomas cried, wept like he'd never wept before. His great, racking sobs echoed through the chamber like the sounds of tortured pain. (pg 358 hardback)

A person is full of sorrow the way a burlap sack is full of stones or sand.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.

The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.

...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.

I read Naoko's letter again and again, and each time I read it I would be filled with the same unbearable sadness I used to feel whenever Naoko stared into my eyes. I had no way to deal with it, no place I could take it to or hide it away. Like the wind passing over my body, it had neither shape nor weight, nor could I wrap myself in it.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Time passes and I am still not through it. Grief isn't something you get over. You live with it. You go on on with it lodged in you. Sometimes I feel like I have swallowed a pile of stones. Grief makes me heavy. It makes me slow. Even on days when I laugh a lot, or dance, or finish a project, or meet a deadline, or celebrate, or make love, it is there. Lodged deep inside of me.

When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.

Sometimes I don't know what to say; the pain never stops. The cloud never goes away, the rain never drops

It’s what happens when two people become one: they no longer only share love. They also share all of the pain, heartache, sorrow, and grief.

And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know it. And perhaps the description of this, brief as it is, may give consolation to another. The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass. The truth is, you cannot prepare anyone for this, nor convey an understanding of it through language. It must be known. And this I would wish on no one in the world.

Each day the memories weigh a little heavier. Each day they drag you down that bit further. You wind them around you, a single thread at a time, and you weave your own shroud, you build a cocoon, and in it madness grows.

Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.

The void Papa's death left in me became a kind of cavity, into which later experiences were to be laid.

The mind wants to forget because it weighs so much on the heart and soul. I am tired of crying and feeling so helpless. I want to breathe again -just for a little while.

The things that break your heart when you think there's nothing left to break

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.