Kristin Hannah Quotes

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

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

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

I miss him so badly it hurts.

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide! There are a hundred places where I fear To go,--so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

Missing rubs the soul raw.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

Your absence has gone through me

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

I miss my mother very, very much.

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.

Too many people I've loved dearly have left this earth. And some I've lost are still here breathing the same air. That grief can be comparable if not worse in its consumption.

Music breaks my heart constantly.

I can't bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

I am tired of losing people.