Peter Shaffer Quotes

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.

I grieve for you, how I mourn for you, who are so very dear to me, but again I can rejoice within my heart, not for nothing have I labored, neither has my exile been in vain.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

I've never lost a grown-up child, but I have known loss.

The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.

The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

My best girl is dead.

T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn’t bear it. I honestly thought I couldn’t bear it.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

Sorrow may be a good thing for a woman's heart, but it is a poor cosmetic for her face.

The heart overwhelmed by grief knows no rest.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

If hearts could shatter, mine just did.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.

I know nothing and my heart aches

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?