Marjane Satrapi Quotes

I had a very distant relationship with my father. It was always just me and my mother. It was a shattering blow when she died. I was 16.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

After I got over the terrible pain of having something of mine taken from me, I began to think how bad everybody else must be feeling. It wasn't a nice time.

Appalling things can happen to children. And even a happy childhood is filled with sadnesses.

Some things you just don't get over.

There is nothing on earth that could ever make me want to relive certain years of my life when I was young.

Writing about what happened to my brother and to my family was awful. It was hard to look back at how much suffering there was and at how certain bad situations were made worse by our decisions.

I would not give my first 15 years to my worst enemy.

All I have I would have given gladly not to be standing here today.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

I know what it's like to lose.

In college, they taught us to think of a bad smell or simulate a bad taste to start crying. I just think of my ex-boyfriend!

My childhood went on far too long.

He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail.

We see these adolescents mourning for a lost childhood.

Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together.

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

Our suffering is caused by holding on to how things might have been, should have been, could have been.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

I feel like I grew up too fast a long time ago.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.