Janet Fitch Quotes

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

I lost two of the greatest men I've ever known to assassination - and a son to suicide.

For a culture that has such a problem with death, we seem to deal with it in a quite bizarre way. We see people shot, killed and blown up, and we find it funny and sexy and all those things. But, the reality of it is that every day people die, and people are really sad and they grieve and they go through a really difficult process with it.

Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

When friends and lovers die and your world gets quieter; that's when the silence comes closer; that's when next isn't the least bit theoretical or abstract.

The worst day ever was when I found out my grandfather was going to die.

The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

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

A lot of people want to die for a lot of reasons.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

I had a friend, Melissa, who was 28 years old. She was my best friend's wife, and she was my wife's best friend. She died of breast cancer. When she passed away back in 2004 was the last time I cried.

Death has a tendency to encourage a depressing view of war.

Blood and death. That moves me.

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.

My dad died of a stroke.

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

In the seventeenth year of my age my mother died.

Even one death is horrible.

I've been at the funerals of a lot of people in my neighborhood. Sometimes when I sit back and relax, I think about that and just blank out.

I wondered vaguely if this was when it would end, whether I would pull up tonight's darkness like a quilt and be dead and at peace evermore.

I've had various people close to me die, and I don't necessarily find the idea of death purely depressing.

All my friends are dying. That's why I always wear black.

The first memory I have in the world is of death and tears. That is how I would mark the beginning of my life: the way people mark the end of one. My family had gathered at Papa Joe's house because Mam' Grace was slipping away, only I didn't register it that way. For some reason I thought that it was her birthday.

The autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.