Jojo Moyes Quotes

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

Losing a wife can be very hard. In my case, it was almost impossible.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

It breaks my heart to think about a family weeping over the loss of a loved one. I understand the anguish that some feel about the death that takes place.

Many grievers experience intense yearning or longing after a death - more than they experience, say, denial.

I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.

The tragedy of loss is not that we grieve, but that we cease to grieve, and then perhaps the dead are dead at last.

Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret!

For Beatrice, I cherished, you perished, The world's been nightmarished.

...But the one thing that I would never, ever recover from would be losing you. You made me promise before to go on if that happened, but Bones, I wouldn't want to. - Cat from This Side of the Grave

Why don't I watch the ocean?My lover's gone.No earthly ships will ever bring him home againbring him home again.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

Obviously, at this age, I've lost people in my life. But with a parent, it's just different. I was very attached to my father and had this naive little-girl notion that he'd always be around. So I'm finding acceptance of my father's death is the hardest thing to accept.

I lost my dad when I was younger, and I know what it's like to lose a beloved parent.

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

It's very hard to lose someone who's the closest person to you in your life.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.