Dennis Lehane Quotes

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

They tore out my heart and stomped that sucker flat.

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

My heart shattered. My world shattered

You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it, And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way. In fact, I'm laughing less in general, But I learned a lot at my own funeral. And I knew you'd be the death of me, So I guess that's the price I pay.

Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les be" tes l'ont mange . Don't search any further for my heart; wild beasts ate it.

People talk about the pain of grief, but I don't know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.

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

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.

My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial, one of the hardest things I heard someone say was, 'I'm going to go home and hug my child a little tighter.' 'Well, good for you,' I thought. 'I'm going to go home and scream.'

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?

The big relationships you make in your life are with those that you love and if things do go wrong then it's a source of great pain and that lasts.

Losing a child is probably the singular most horrible thing.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

There's no road map. There's no textbook on how grief works and when your heart will be open - or if it ever will.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

The moment something happens to one you love, it's twenty times more intense. You experience pain and enlightenment on a much vaster scale.

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.