“Sorrow is not a raven perched persistently above a chamber door. Sorrow is a thing with teeth, and while in time it retreats, it comes back at the whisper of it's name.”

“Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.”

“Time doesn’t, as advertised, heal all wounds. Although the wrenching immediacy of grief eventually passed, the settled sorrow that replaced it might in its own way be even more intense.”

“His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.”

“In the real worldas in dreamsnothing is quitewhat it seems.-The Book of Counted Sorrows”

“The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.”

“Please, don't torture me with cliches. If you're going to try to intimidate me, have the courtesy to go away for a while, acquire a better education, improve your vocabulary, and come back with some fresh metaphors.”