Mike Mills Quotes

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

Losing my parents was probably the hardest and deepest blow from which I've had to recover.

To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

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

Pearls mean tears.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

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.

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

I think any time we lose people, it's a hard moment.

'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.

I know what you go through when you learn someone close to you has died.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

My life was very tenuous last year. My daughter's death, in March in 2007, was unexpected. It was a shock. I didn't know if I'd survive it.

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

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

When something you love gets taken away, it hurts you.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

I am tired of losing people.

After Balasaheb died, I have not spoken. What do I say?

It must be sad to outlive aught we love.

Memory is the only friend of grief.

My best girl is dead.

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.