Marian Keyes Quotes

Nothing dries sooner than tears.

Cry if you have a compound fracture, by all means. Or if your grandpa died. But otherwise, save it for your pillow.

Don't shed no tears, no woman, no cry.

I did not weep, and it pained me that i could not weep. But I had no more tears. And, in the depths of my being, in the recesses of my weakened conscience, could I have searched it, I might perhaps have found something like--free at last!

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

Light griefs are plaintive , but great ones are dumb

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.

In the midst of the sense of tragedy or loss, sometimes laughter is not only healing, it's a way of experiencing the person that you've lost again.

I don't smile much, and I never laugh. If you'd been through what I've been through, you wouldn't be smiling, either.

In December 1988, my mother died of lung cancer. I died too. I couldn't function.

Grief is exhausting.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.

You heard it from the heart, you saw it in their eyes. Then I got used to the fact that I couldn't feel my fingers and my feet. That for me was the essence of the battle.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

After I got over the terrible pain of having something of mine taken from me, I began to think how bad everybody else must be feeling. It wasn't a nice time.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

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

Appalling things can happen to children. And even a happy childhood is filled with sadnesses.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Some things you just don't get over.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

I can cry all day long - that's easy for me.