Elizabeth Hardwick Quotes

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

The divorce was the toughest thing in my life. It still hurts.

I had heard that when people lost people, there was anger. But I definitely experienced it a lot more than I was prepared for it. Anger was not something I'd ever really felt in my life and I was not prepared for it.

It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I’m not sure that will ever change.

Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.

I thought about dying whenever I got bad news about other people.

Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.

In truth, 2007 was the hardest year of my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my father.

My life was very tenuous last year. My daughter's death, in March in 2007, was unexpected. It was a shock. I didn't know if I'd survive it.

At a certain point in my personal life, I went through a divorce and lost some people close to me.

I'm very emotional. When I went through my first breakup, I thought it was the end of the world, and I thought I was going to die if I didn't have him in my life. It was good to cry it out and just scream, or call my friends in the middle of the night crying.

It is difficult to ever think about your loved one having suffered.

When I was in my late teens, a couple of friends passed away suddenly. This was quite distressing, but after a while, as tends to happen when one is once or twice removed from grief, I stopped thinking about them all the time.

Some people lose a whole world to grief sometimes, while others just don't grieve. Sometimes we're just too scared to face our emotions.

I had a lot of frustrations, and I was drinking far too much, and I was just trying to survive and this is what came out of it.

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

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

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 finally understood that no matter what I did, or who I found, I-he-none of us-would ever be able to win over the memories she had of Dad, memories that soothed her even while they made her sad, because she'd built a world out of them she knew how to survive on even if no one else could.

I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried.

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination. That would have to do.

He was making a brave attempt, but Jason could see the sadness lingering in his eyes. Something had happened to him... something to do with Calypso.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.