“With enough tears, that knife that you feel stabbed through your chest, and aching in your heart, will disappear one day. And then,  your personal sun will reappear. Trust me! :)”

“Eleanor was sane enough to realise that when your sexual fantasy mutates into the same person you want to stab in the heart, you have a problem.”

“Whatever’s there to feel, feel it – the riddance, the relief, the fright and freedom, the fear of forgetting, the dull ache of your own mortality. Get with someone you can trust with tears, with anger, and wonderment and utter silence. Get that part done – the sooner the better. The only way around these things is through them.”

“Trust no one at your back unless you want them to bury a knife in it.’ (Syn)”

“You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.”

“Sometimes life rocks so hard your heart wants to explode just because the sun came up and you got to feel it on your face for one more day. ...Sometimes you get the bitter end instead.”