I am not a machine, there is only so much and no more that I can absorb of the misery of my kind, when my tears are exhausted a dullness takes place, and out of that dullness a terrible callousness, so that I look on suffering and feel it not.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is no longer there.

...love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.