Davey Havok Quotes

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

I can't imagine anything worse than being just left alone, scared out of your mind.

'Blue Nights' is a story of loss: simple, wrenching, inconsolable loss.

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

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.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth.

the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

It doth not hurt", whispered a faint voice, "She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'll wake and your heart and soul will have gone. A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten.

She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

In the country of pain we are each alone.

Grief is exhausting.

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

When friends and lovers die and your world gets quieter; that's when the silence comes closer; that's when next isn't the least bit theoretical or abstract.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

Grief is the price we pay for love.

People respond differently to people who are grieving. They reach out. But depression is so very isolating. It's hard to explain to anyone who has never been depressed how isolating it is. Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.