Paul Harding Quotes

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

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower

You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from overkill... Choose whether to laugh or to cry. Menace and promise mingle in your eye. Wait, it's only a matter of time. You know everything will be fine... Rain falls down and the seas run high. When you're by my side we can rise above it. Let me dry all the tears inside. On your way you cannot hide from the howling wind and the roaring tide. You might get hurt but your fears will subside when you at last escape from the tears inside.

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

Life is still life, whatever its pangs; our eyes and ears and their use remain with us, though the prospect of what pleases be wholly withdrawn, and the sound of what consoles must be silenced.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.

I do not murmur, even if my heart break.

And so the ordinary unendurable torments we all experienced were indeed exceptional in the way they were absorbed in each heart.

My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.

O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

The lonely heart you see tonight will not give up without a fight.

Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

The book [The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane] is about the fact that living in this world means that your heart is necessarily going to get broken. But the book also says that's okay. That's the only way to live a truly human life - with your heart getting broken - and eventually getting flooded with love.

This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.