Dan Brown Quotes

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn’t bear it. I honestly thought I couldn’t bear it.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

I feel like crying and sadness has brought an actual change to the shape of my mouth.

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

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.

Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then... Well, then I woke up.

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

I just lost my best friend, I have been crying hysterical for a full day.

I cry all the time.

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.

Them pains, when blues pains grab you, you'll sing the blues right.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

I was a very sad little girl.

I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

1967 was the bleakest, darkest, most emotional period of my life.