Gillian Flynn Quotes

You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.

No need to be sentimental to mourn the loss of Paradise.

it was important to him that i know who she was, so im glad for that. but it makes me sad too. they loved each other so much, and now she's gone. it doesn't seem fair.

I have discovered, passionate grief does not link us with the dead but cuts us off from them. This becomes clearer and clearer. It is just at those moments when I feel least sorrow - getting into my morning bath is usually one of them - that H. rushes upon my mind in her full reality, her otherness. Not, as in my worst moments, all foreshortened and patheticized and solemnized by my miseries, but as she is in her own right. This is good and tonic.

I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember

I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.

I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

Everything we love goes. So to be able to grieve that loss, to let go, to have that grief be absolutely full, is the only way to have our heart be full and open.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him!

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.

When you put so much effort to forget someone, the effort itself becomes a memory. Then you have to forget the forgetting, and that too is memorable.

He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.

Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.

It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.

... sooner or later she had to give up the hope for a better past.

But Laila has decided that she will not be crippled by resentment. Mariam wouldn’t want it that way. ‘What’s the sense?’ she would say with a smile both innocent and wise. ‘What good is it, Laila jo?’ And so Laila has resigned herself to moving on. For her own sake, for Tariq’s, for her children’s. And for Mariam, who still visits Laila in her dreams, who is never more than a breath or two below her consciousness. Laila has moved on. Because in the end she knows that’s all she can do. That and hope.

Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose-- What is gone is gone.

No one teaches you how to do this. How do you let go of someone who you love so much?

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

When one's head is gone one doesn't weep for one's hair!

Love is short, forgetting is long, and understanding longer still.

Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.