Countee Cullen Quotes

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.

I think any time we lose people, it's a hard moment.

My sister died in Brooklyn.

When anyone dies, it's sad.

My best girl is dead.

death had just shred a tear

Seeing death is not as difficult as you might think. What's harder is to see people suffer. It's the people the dead left behind that get to you.

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

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

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.

The horror of a death without dignity has so much implications for the people who are left behind.

Death remains about the one certain fact in the lives of each one of us, and there will be suffering, sorrow, and sadness next week as there was last week.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.

The war has carried mourning into almost every home … it can almost be said that the heavens are hung in black

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

A fundamental and unfortunate part of being alive is to suffer loss and to suffer grief.

Cancer has been a dark thread that has run throughout my life. It's taken my friends, my parents. My beautiful son.

I know what it's like to see one's mother go through the agony of death and be unable to help; there is no consolation. We all have to bear such heavy burdens, for they are unalterably linked to life.

I've not really had a bad Christmas. Apart from serious things, like when my father died. He rather spoiled the party and I've never forgiven him for falling off the twig on Christmas Day.

Heaven deprives me of a wife who never caused me any other grief than that of her death.

As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.