Catherynne M. Valente Quotes

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

I miss my mother very, very much.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

I cry a lot because I miss people.

'I Know You Care' is really personal and fragile for me. For me, it's about losing a family member and also about a breakup. It's about this idea of losing someone for good.

A very powerful theme in fiction is that of loss.

The bottom line is I'm writing to save the dead. I'm writing to save the people I have lost, some of whose bodies are still walking around.

I think whenever you lose somebody close to you, there's always a part of you that wishes you could have done something differently.

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!

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

I can't bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

Seven years after my mother's passing, I still reach for the phone for a split second to call her. We spoke every day.

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

My father is gone, and I miss him as only an adoring daughter can.

I am tired of losing people.

When I held in my hands the remains of Gunther, I had a strong feeling, like a phantom pain of an amputee.

I was learning 'Changes' at the time that my mom was sick and she was leaving me. And those last verses in that song, they really struck my soul, totally.

Everybody's lost somebody, and I think they all miss them incredibly.

It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month. That after 42 days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass - if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it's okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays.

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.