Claudia Gray Quotes

Memory is the only friend of grief.

She must face her grief where the struggle is always hardest-in the place where each trivial object is attended by pleasant memories.

I've had to walk through a lot of my tears.

Grief doesn't fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

There is no love without suffering.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

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.

I think any time we lose people, it's a hard moment.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

Music breaks my heart constantly.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

Heartbreak is a real thing.

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.

Despair is part of love.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Grief is a very scary thing, and there comes a point where it can really take you down.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

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.