Loving for the second time isn't sweet; it's bitter, and hurt more than the first.

That was the worst truth of all: alone. The word was a kind of death.

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only...

That's why they call it a heartbreak. Because you really feel like your heart is breaking. It's not just an emotional pain, it's a physical pain too.

If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd cut loose my pain, my longing.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He'd known he couldn't save her. He'd known he was too far away. Knowing didn't prevent the bare-knuckled punch to his heart, though.

It was more than physical attraction; it was the broken thing inside him she loved most of all, the unreachable place where he kept his sadness. Because that was the thing about Peter Jaxon that...

Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.

I do not know, nor do I care to remember The time in which I knew distinctly that you were gone You fade in and out of memory Upon which I can not feign to touch Or feel How cruel to leave me With...

It hurts when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were. Deep inside where nothing's fine, I've lost my mind.

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain

I don't like people. They fuck me up.

It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.

Will closed his eyes. He could not hear Jem go, not anymore; he did not want to know the moment when he left and Will was alone, did not want to know when his first day as a Shadowhunter without a...

Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression.

Jimmy looked back over at his wife, and Celeste could feel the tenderest of aches in the look. She could feel another teardrop piece of Jimmy's heart detach and free - fall down the inside of his...

Memories are worse than bullets

It's amazing that the heart makes no noise when it cracks.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.

Perhaps this was what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.

What has been done to you is one thing. Yet to really suffer, to truly be burdened with guilt and shame, such pain always begins not with what has been done to you-but with what you have done. André...