Richard Coles Quotes

I hope I am not too repetitive. However, coming to terms with death is part of the general human situation.

You get to an age when you lose people close to you.

Death is a fearful thing.

We do have trouble dealing with death, but it's the one thing that is guaranteed we are all going to have to do, and we are going to have to face it many times before we die ourselves.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.

The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?

Previous generations understood about death, and undoubtedly would have seen a reasonable amount of death. Once you get into the Victorian era, you might well have seen the funerals of many of your siblings before you were very old.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

Generally, the younger the victim, the greater the grief. Yet even when the elderly or infirm have been afforded merciful relief, their loved ones are rarely ready to let go.

My mother died in 2005. She was 61 years old.

On September 22, 2002, my mama, Buhlar Hinton, died. When the guards told me, I gave up. She'd been deteriorating for a long time - I believe she died of a broken heart.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!

You do not lament the loss of hair of one who has been beheaded.

So many people choose silence after the immediate wake of a death out of fear of saying something out of turn or "bringing up bad memories" that bereaved people often feel forgotten.

Everybody who undergoes a death and finds themselves grieving is obsessed with — or maybe overly focused on — the idea that they can’t display self-pity, they have to be strong. Actually there are a lot of reasons why you are going to feel sorry for yourself, but that’s your first concern.

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.

I feel bad for people who die on Valentine's Day. How much would flowers cost then, ten grand?

By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.

Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.

Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.