Richard Matheson Quotes

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

Grief is like a moving river, so that's what I mean by it's always changing. It's a strange thing to say because I'm at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.

Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

To grieve is something extremely difficult, we don't even know how to begin to grieve, and I don't know how you can be taught to grieve.

I just lost my best friend, I have been crying hysterical for a full day.

I feel a sense of sadness and joy. Mostly sadness though about what I've experienced and sadness about what others have experienced in reference to the stroke.

I've had to walk through a lot of my tears.

I was a very sad little girl.

I feel like crying and sadness has brought an actual change to the shape of my mouth.

Grief is bizarre territory because there's no predicting how long it'll take to get over certain things. You just don't know how long it's going to resound in your life.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

A dead grief is easier to bear than a live trouble.

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.

If all the people who have been hurt by the war were to exclude joy from their lives, it would almost be as if they had died.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.