When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

A selfish person can still love someone else, can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.

I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.

Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.

The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobody's sister now.

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels....

An explosion in space makes no sound at all.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

On Sunday morning, I'm not nervous... I can't wait to tell what God wants me to say.

Healthcare should be between the doctor and the patient. And if the doctor says something needs to be done, the government should guarantee it gets paid for.

The classic literature is always modern.

How ruthless and vile and hard and right the young are.

Dory is what Mum used to call a "strong-looking woman," which means that, from the back, she looked like a man, and, from the front, you preferred the back

A lot of times when you do things where you're killing people, the character is always having an existential crisis about it. It's fun to be no-holds-barred and have no big crisis of conscious.

When we turn to our innate wisdom for the harmony of mind and gut, we heal the entrance to the heart as it seeks to beat in rhythm with the world.

The greatest artists like Dylan, Picasso and Newton risked failure. And if we want to be great, we've got to risk it, too.

I confess I could never see any good reason why dirt should always be a necessary concomitant of poverty.