Sherman Alexie Quotes

He didn't want to remember anymore. remembering only hurt him... everytime.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

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

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 can't make it fade.

He who suffers, remembers.

Grief doesn't fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.

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 remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.

The first cut is the deepest.

Grief is exhausting.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

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

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.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

The murder of Sean Brown hurt my soul.

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

Before the old wound can be healed, there is fresh blood flowing.

I know what it's like to lose.

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.

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!