Jennifer Donnelly Quotes

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

The depressed person was in terrible and unceasing pain, and the impossibility of sharing or articulating this pain was itself a component of the pain and a contributing factor in its essential horror.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

Our family has gone through a very difficult time. My husband and I have taken the brunt of it. I've never known what it truly felt like to be so sad and desperate inside.

I can feel myself dying inside.

My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.

I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

There is a lot of sadness in America.

1967 was the bleakest, darkest, most emotional period of my life.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Despair is part of love.

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.

Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.