J. K. Rowling Quotes

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

In rising sighs and falling tears.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.

Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.

I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.

Nothing dries sooner than tears.

I went to the top of the Cotton Bowl by myself, sat down and cried.

Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

If I cry, it's because I'm very angry and I can't do anything about it because I've run into a dead end. That's when the tears would come down.

For a long time, I have hoped for better days, but alas, today it is necessary for me to lose all hope. My poor wife suffers more and more. I do not think it is possible to be any weaker.

When you want something desperately and you lose it, no matter how hard you try to get yourself motivated, it's always difficult.

Sadness, irritability, fatigue, and distractedness are among the most common side effects of grief while parenting.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

there is nothing to be done. only accept it... and hurt.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

Nothing dries sooner than a tear.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

Despair speaks evenly, in a quiet voice.