George Bernard Shaw 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 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.

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

She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

I know what it's like to lose.

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.

Grief is exhausting.

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.'

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

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

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.

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.

Grief causes suffering and disease.

To be perfectly frank, there is an odd place after losing a child, where you think somehow your life is worth less.

In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that's certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there's also this thorniness, these edges that come out.

It was the saddest day of my life.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

A loss feels like a loss.

It's very hard to be happy when you've lost.

After Balasaheb died, I have not spoken. What do I say?

Despair is part of love.

Come all ye that pass by, and see if there is any sorrow like unto my sorrow.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.