Richelle Mead Quotes

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

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

There's some things I can't write about, just terrible personal tragedies.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

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

Nobody knows the pain I've been through.

The Detective was different. Not that he wasn't a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn't like to turn away from another's pain, the kind who couldn't put a pillow over his ears to drown out the cries of strangers. Those scars he had were badges of courage, and Willie knew that there were others hidden beneath his clothes, and still more deep inside, right beneath the skin and down to the soul. No, it was just that whatever goodness was there coexisted with rage and grief and loss.

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

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

I'm attracted to pathos, because life is mostly pathos. I've had a lot of it in my life.

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 your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

I think that people always say when people pass away that time heals all wounds. And that's probably the biggest lie. It's not true. I think we all need to remember that it is always still tough, and it's like losing a piece of your heart.

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

I just didn't want to admit that he was dead.

It was very hard for all of us. It's still very hard. The anniversary of his death just passed, and every single one of his friends, still, after all these years... it's unbelievable.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.

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