Chris Hansen Quotes

Anyone who has experienced a certain amount of loss in their life has empathy for those who have experienced loss.

We are all victims because of the circumstances, but I'm not sure what to say to any one who has lost a loved one. I know the feeling myself, and words just don't do much to ease the pain.

There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.

It's a terrible thing wishing that it can be someone else's tragedy.

Accidents happen, whether they're car accidents, friendly fire, drug overdoses. Accidents happen, and they're tragic. It's like a bomb that goes off and pieces of shrapnel rip into the flesh of the family. It's the families that need the compassion, because everywhere they walk, every day, someone reminds them of their loss.

I do not think direct experience is always necessary to act, but I believe that sometimes you have to have had the real experience to act certain roles. One of those was losing your family member. I was not being able to imagine how sad that could be.

My heart reaches out to those whose loved ones were lost on MH17.

The moment something happens to one you love, it's twenty times more intense. You experience pain and enlightenment on a much vaster scale.

The death of my own son has made me more sensitive. It's made me more compassionate.

I guess, over time, I had convinced myself that I could imagine what it would be like to lose a son or daughter. You try to imagine it so that you can write the right kind of letters or form the right words to try to comfort. But you can't even come close. It is unimaginable.

It is difficult to ever think about your loved one having suffered.

We are deeply sorry for the loss of anything - from your luggage to, of course, a loved pet.

When anyone dies, it's sad.

It's tough to find the words to say to someone who has lost everything. I can't imagine how it feels.

Growing up in Westboro, there was a culture of celebrating death and tragedy... a very calloused way of seeing other people's pain. After I left, it took me a while to be able to really empathize with what it must have been like for the loved ones of people whose funerals we protested.

Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones and pray for the ones who don't know? Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble, and sob for the ones left below?

I grieve for every death.

I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.

I was slapped down to the ground when my son Wade died in 1996, in April of 1996.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

If you learn the language of loss early, I think you seek out others who have experienced the same thing, who speak that same language of loss.

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.