Hunter Tylo Quotes

Going back to 2012, it was a bad year for me. I lost my dad as well, so burying him a week before I went to jail, just having all of that emotion, it just hit me hard.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

I lost my dad when I was younger, and I know what it's like to lose a beloved parent.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

The death of kings can be recited, but not of one's child.

I had to steel myself against this psychic devastation - to see your father on the street. It's hard enough to pick up somebody you don't know from the streets, and then to actually have other people pick your father up - it was psychically devastating.

Every time I see documentaries or infomercials about little kids with cancer, I just freak out. It affects me on the highest emotional level... Anytime I think about it, it makes me sadder than anything I can think of.

I lost my parents, which is the toughest thing to overcome.

You're in this heightened emotional state from the beginning of the play. It's like when you first have your heart broken.

I was in the tent when Bobbi Kristina's body was lowered into the ground. Watching her grandmother and her aunt, watching these women not cry but wail - you can't divorce your feelings from some of this stuff.

The pain was so deep and so raw. There were days I would have died just to forget. The problem was, I couldn't figure out how to get her out of my mind. How do you kill that kind of pain?

It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul.

She cried for the life she could not control. She cried for the mentor who had died before her eyes. She cried for the profound loneliness that filled her heart. But, above all, she cried for the future ... which suddenly felt so uncertain.

Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us.

A broken heart is a distemper which kills many more than is generally imagined, and would have a fair title to a place in the bills of mortality, did it not differ in one instance from all other diseases, namely, that no physicians can cure it.

So it was true! A pain slashed at her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.

My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

There might be things more terrible even than losing someone you love by death.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.