Donna Tartt Quotes

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

Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.

My heart shattered. My world shattered

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

A loss of a great friend is traumatic and emotionally tough.

For Beatrice, I cherished, you perished, The world's been nightmarished.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

I think that people always say when people pass away that time heals all wounds. And that's probably the biggest lie. It's not true. I think we all need to remember that it is always still tough, and it's like losing a piece of your heart.

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.'

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

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.

The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

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.

I feel like everyone else in this country today. I am utterly devastated.

Losing my mum. That was a punch-me moment.

It was the saddest day of my life.

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

Sometimes, love feels like a life or death situation. Losing true love is pretty much as bad as it gets, other than actually dying or losing good health. Most people know that. Most people can relate. It's like the end of the world.

You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?