Allison Pearson Quotes

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

If you have ever lost a loved one, then you know exactly how it feels. And if you have not, then you cannot possibly imagine it.

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.

I hope you never hear those words. Your mom. She died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart.

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

Losing someone we love, or the fear of losing someone we love one day is a difficult experience and we can all relate to it. None of us are an exception to this reality.

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.

Grief is exhausting.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

Grief causes suffering and disease.

You can really examine the suffering and consequences that happen when there's a loss in a family.

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.

Losing a parent is always a terrible thing for anybody. It's no more or no less for me.

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

Grief is a very scary thing, and there comes a point where it can really take you down.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

It's funny how, even long after you've accepted the grief of losing someone you love and truly have gotten on with your life, every once in a while something comes up that plays "gotcha," and for a moment or two the scar tissue separates and the wound is raw again.

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

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.

It's a time of sorrow and sadness when we lose a loss of life.

A man suffers death himself as often as he loses those dear to him.

There was no one clear point of loss. It happened over and over again in a thousand small ways and the only truth there was to learn was that there was no getting used to it.

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.

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.