Richelle Mead Quotes

My music comes from heartbreak - from feeling what it's like to lose everything and not being able to express it through words because it doesn't make sense.

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

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.

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.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

It was the saddest day of my life.

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

Despair is part of love.

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.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

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

weeping...betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure.

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me.

The light has gone out of my life.

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.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

Grief is exhausting.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

'Hamlet' is the best description of grief I've read because it dramatizes grief rather than merely describing it.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

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.'