Susanna Clarke Quotes

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

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.

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

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.

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

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

It was the saddest day of my life.

I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.

Grief is a world you walk through skinned, unshelled.

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

Heartbreak is a real thing.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.