Jennifer Aniston Quotes

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

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'll always be sad that my marriage ended.

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

There is a point in the grieving process when you can run away from memories or walk straight toward them.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

When 'Ishaqzaade' released, I was going through hell. It didn't matter what I said or did, because I had lost my mother.

It's difficult talking about someone you love when you've split up with them, because it's painful to rake up all those old emotions again.

I don't think breakups are ever easy for anybody. If they are, they aren't much of a breakup.

Grief - the actual, natural process of it - doesn't have a schedule that I can work my life around.

grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping

If I am frightened then I can hide it If I am crying, I'll call it laughter If I am haunted, I'll call it my imaginary friend If I am bleeding I'll call it wine But if you leave me then I am broken And if I'm broken then only death remains

I think he came to die with me," I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. What an idiot, I think, but my heart isn't in it. "That's ridiculous," he says. "That doesn't make any sense. He's eighteen; he'll find another girlfriend once you're dead. And he's stupid if he doesn't know that." Tears run down my cheeks, hot at first and then cold. I close my eyes. "If you think that's what it's about..." I swallow another sob. "...you're the stupid one.

My heart broke open and history fell in.

No one goes straight to happiness after a breakup.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

When I was 20, my mother died and I went off the rails a little bit. I kinda had my slightly dark period.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Breakups are still uncomfortable, period, and especially when you really are in love with somebody. They are not the easiest things to deal with, and once you break up, you're trying to get used to not being with that person.

There is no love without suffering.

Breakups are hard for anybody, and no matter how it happens or ends up, they're just hard.

Coming to terms with the fact that my marriage was a failure was devastating and very difficult.

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we'll see that person again - or perhaps knowing that we won't.

This is part of the complexity of grief: A piece of you recognizes it is an extreme state, an altered state, yet a large part of you is entirely subject to its demands.