Suzanne Collins Quotes

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Despair is part of love.

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

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

The moment something happens to one you love, it's twenty times more intense. You experience pain and enlightenment on a much vaster scale.

For me, 'Amy' is a very dark film about love.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

Serious loss brings you into one of the world's silent fraternities.

[S]he believed that the Buddhists were right–that if you want, you will suffer; if you love, you will grieve. (68)

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

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

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.

But there was more, as there always is when the love goes. She was haunted, naturally. Otherwise what is the point, why leave your rickety house, and why this yo-yo world giving us things and yanking them back?

Very slowly he turned his head back to look at Shmuel, who wasn't crying anymore, merely staring at the floor and looking as if he was trying to convince his soul not to live inside his tiny body anymore, but to slip away and sail to the door and rise up into the sky, gliding through the clouds until it was very far away.'' -The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

I hate you for all the years I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it? I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating. Where have you gone? Once you said that if I wasn't with you, it wouldn't be heaven. I can't let go of you. Come back and haunt me. Come back.