David Levithan Quotes

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

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.

Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

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

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

There's some things I can't write about, just terrible personal tragedies.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

It's true that if you cry hard enough for long enough, you can end up with blurred vision.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

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

If I am frightened then I can hide it If I am crying, I'll call it laughter If I am haunted, I'll call it my imaginary friend If I am bleeding I'll call it wine But if you leave me then I am broken And if I'm broken then only death remains

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

All stress is ultimately related to loss or the fear of loss.

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.

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

She cried for the life she could not control. She cried for the mentor who had died before her eyes. She cried for the profound loneliness that filled her heart. But, above all, she cried for the future ... which suddenly felt so uncertain.

...grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.