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  • #1
    Paulo Coelho
    “Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.”
    Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

  • #2
    J.K. Rowling
    “I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
    "You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

  • #3
    James Baldwin
    “You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive.”
    James Baldwin

  • #4
    C.S. Lewis
    “We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”
    C.S. Lewis
    tags: god

  • #5
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #6
    John Hodgman
    “Stories make sense when so much around us is senseless, and perhaps what makes them most comforting is that while life goes on and pain goes on, stories do us the favor of ending.”
    John Hodgman

  • #7
    Jamie McGuire
    “To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”
    Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

  • #8
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #9
    Edward Fahey
    “I miss you so much in these wee morning hours,
    when the depth of the night sets my spirit free.
    When the forest is dark, and there doesn’t have to be anything in the world
    but the beauty I pull out of it.
    I miss you throughout the day,
    as I come across glories and wonders that could easily overwhelm me,
    but just dull because you’re not here to enjoy them.”
    Edward Fahey, The Mourning After

  • #10
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet. Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #11
    Christina Rossetti
    “Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
    My silent heart, lie still and break:
    Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
    For a dream's sake.”
    Christina Rossetti

  • #12
    W.S. Merwin
    “Separation

    Your absence has gone through me
    Like thread through a needle.
    Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
    W.S. Merwin

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    “When someone dear to you is lost within the arms of the heaven,they tell you to live without them. But when someone sucks the oxygen out of you, no one can dare to ask you to live without them.”
    Andy Flynn

  • #15
    “The days I spent, holding her hand, laughing at the stupidest little remarks, made me happy.
    I held onto that clarity, that sense of being alive.
    Our innocent love filled every split and rift that had been cut into my beating heart over the years.
    She showed me what love was, why the stars shown through the darkness, even when darkness seemed to overcome.
    And with that, I found a new home. Not in my house or the places I existed, but in two hands and a heartbeat.”
    HKL

  • #16
    “When words are too heavy for the mouth, the soul weeps in agony”
    Ikechukwu Izuakor

  • #17
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • #18
    James  Patterson
    “Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?”
    James Patterson, The Angel Experiment

  • #19
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    Time Does Not Bring Relief

    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.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

  • #20
    Denise Hunter
    “He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.”
    Denise Hunter, The Accidental Bride

  • #21
    Jack Gilbert
    “Suddenly this defeat.
    This rain.
    The blues gone gray
    And the browns gone gray
    And yellow
    A terrible amber.
    In the cold streets
    Your warm body.
    In whatever room
    Your warm body.
    Among all the people
    Your absence
    The people who are always
    Not you.


    I have been easy with trees
    Too long.
    Too familiar with mountains.
    Joy has been a habit.
    Now
    Suddenly
    This rain.”
    Jack Gilbert

  • #22
    Jack Gilbert
    “You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time
    running out. Day after day of the everyday.
    What they call real life, made of eighth-inch gauge.
    Newness strutting around as if it were significant.
    Irony, neatness and rhyme pretending to be poetry.
    I want to go back to that time after Michiko's death
    when I cried every day among the trees. To the real.
    To the magnitude of pain, of being that much alive.”
    Jack Gilbert

  • #23
    Alfred Tennyson
    “Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
    Tears from the depths of some devine despair
    Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
    In looking on the happy autumn fields,
    And thinking of the days that are no more.”
    Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • #24
    Mark  Lawrence
    “Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.”
    Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

  • #25
    William Shakespeare
    “Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #26
    J.R. Ward
    “You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.
    After they were gone?
    That was all you thought about.
    Day and night.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

  • #27
    Haruki Murakami
    “So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
    tags: loss

  • #28
    China Miéville
    “In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this.
    I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away.
    I can't say goodbye.”
    China Miéville, The Scar

  • #29
    Nina Guilbeau
    “Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he’s not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now.”
    Nina Guilbeau, Too Many Sisters

  • #30
    Kate Morton
    “Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?”
    Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden



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