Meg Rosoff Quotes

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

Your heart can break at any age.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

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

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

Despair is part of love.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

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

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

Sorrow eats your heart and courage.

Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.

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.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then... Well, then I woke up.

My heart shattered. My world shattered

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.

My heart broke open and history fell in.

If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.