Jim Croce Quotes

I know I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I'm sure that in time her death will be a mystery, even to me.

I'm not a tortured soul.

The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. . . But how. The hot summer rustles Like a carnival outside my window; I have long had this premonition Of a bright day and a deserted house.

There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it.

You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it’s not always your heart that betrays you.

You need to face the pain and the fear and walk through the Grief.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

I wrote to make sense out of all the contradictions I experienced and to deal with the pain and loss I was undergoing.

*Oh, I know I could say were through And tell myself I'm over you But even if I made a vow I promise not to miss you now And try to hide the truth inside I fell cause I, I just can't live a lie *

… and so he tried to accept the ache in his heart as what Dr. Larch would call the common symptoms of normal life.

I think that human beings, even the ones who are sometimes hurting you, are often very, very confused at their center.

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

The big 'Aha!' moment is that the trauma never goes away.

With grief, you know, the only way to get through it is through it.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.

...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

Even now, as I write this, I can still feel that tightness. And I want you to feel it--the wind coming off the river, the waves, the silence, the wooded frontier. You're at the bow of a boat on the Rainy River. You're twenty-one years old, you're scared, and there's a hard squeezing pressure in your chest. What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room-but eventually, you learn to live with it.

Losing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar.