Randy Pausch Quotes

The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.

People under siege turn to us in complete frustration and I get a chance to go in when it's do or die.

Desperate affairs require desperate measures.

Contrary to reports that I took the loss badly, I want to say that I went home last night and slept like a baby—every two hours I woke up and cried.

I had a lot of frustrations, and I was drinking far too much, and I was just trying to survive and this is what came out of it.

On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar.

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

The depth of the feeling continued to surprise and threaten me, but each time it hit again and I bore it...I would discover that it hadn't washed me away.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out,' I reply. Cinna puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me into lunch. ' Don't worry, I always channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

Yes, there was an element of abstraction and unreality in misfortune. But when an abstraction starts to kill you, you have to get to work on it.

Kingsley watched her disappear from the room, wondering if his heart would break. Logic informed him that of course it would not. The heart was no more than a muscle, a pump which distributed blood about the body.

What turns a work crisis into a life crisis is the infusion of dread.

Art keeps me alive. I've obviously been devastated or heartbroken all my life, since my mother's death.

Don't eat your heart.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. It becomes a kind of personal weather system. Snow settles in the liver. The bowels grow thick with humidity. Ice congeals in the stomach. Frost spiderwebs in the lungs. The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.

Love can really screw you up before you learn to live with it.

Two of an actress's greatest assets are love and pain. A great actress, even a good actress, must have plenty of both in her life.

Who can calculate the wounds inflicted, their depth and pain, by harsh and mean words spoken in anger? How pitiful a sight is a man who is strong in many ways but who loses all control of himself when some little thing, usually of no significant consequence, disturbs his equanimity.

How small of all that human hearts endure/That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.

And it only hurts when I'm breathing My heart only breaks when it's beating My dreams only die when I'm dreaming So, I hold my breath--to forget