“Each memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can’t prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. Pain for a loss I can’t possibly endure.”

“Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each of us. And it is that new birth after long pain, that resurrection - in memory - that, to our surprise, perhaps, comforts us.”

“To see someone you love in so much pain—especially emotional pain that can’t be remedied—was the worst form of torture.”

“I have come to realize that what is important is not my loss and the pain it caused but the fact that I have picked myself up (with help), taken the memories and the lessons, and becoming the woman they have wanted me to become.The fact that I have lost those I love is not what defines me. What defines me is the fact that I have survived and now live, despite the pain and with memory of their love.”

“My mum and I have an incredible friendship now after a mixture of pain, honesty, unconditional love and a long break from each other”

“No, no, no. I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.”