Gabrielle Zevin Quotes

When something you love gets taken away, it hurts you.

You never say and do the things you wish you had said or done when someone close to you may not be around in awhile. Closure is impossible; that's the heart of the grief you will carry with you for the rest of your life.

Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak

A loss feels like a loss.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

If teardrops were pennies and heartaches were gold, I'd have all the treasures my pockets could hold.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he’d sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.

Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.

I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.

And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.

Sorrow is not a raven perched persistently above a chamber door. Sorrow is a thing with teeth, and while in time it retreats, it comes back at the whisper of it's name.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had.

I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.

I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words of Miss Kenton. Moreover, as you might appreciate, their implications were such as to provoke a certain degree of sorrow within me. Indeed- why should I not admit it? - at that moment, my heart was breaking.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

It would be a lie to say that people are coming to adoption with joy at all times. Hope, perhaps, but it would be disingenuous to say that every part coming to an adoption isn't seriously grieving.

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Pearls mean tears.

I'm incredibly sad that my mother's not here to see my kids and that my kids don't get to know her. And she didn't meet my husband. That's one of the hardest things. I don't even know how to put that into words.

We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.

I hated to lose.