Stephen Crane Quotes

The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.

I was studying architecture at Berkeley when my father passed away in 2007. We knew he had cancer, but we didn't expect it to escalate so rapidly. In my mind, it was like, 'He'll pull through.' When he didn't, I didn't understand. I was 21, and my best friend had died.

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because your lover threw wild hands toward the skyAnd the affrighted steed ran on alone,Do not weep.War is kind.

I wish those people who write so glibly about this being a holy war and the orators who talk so much about going on, no matter how long the war lasts and what it may mean, could see a case of musterd gas - the poor things burnt and blistered all over with great musterd coloured suppurating blisters, with blind eyes, all sticky and stuck together, and always fighting for breath, with voices a mere whisper, saying their throats are closing and they know they will choke.

And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

Emma dropped the paper. Her first impression was of a weak feeling in her stomach and in her knees; then of blind guilt, of unreality, of coldness, of fear; then she wished that it were already the next day. Immediately afterwards she realized that that wish was futile because the death of her father was the only thing that had happened in the world, and it would go on happening endlessly.

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.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

Then my mother was taken ill and died and my father took me to St. Mary's.

When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

There's something about losing friends, particularly young people, where it's not something that you get over. I don't believe there's a healing process.

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

And from my place, and from the time that I went through my divorce, I also had my father pass away in the middle of all that. And it kind of made everything else just kind of like the back burner, you know.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

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.

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

I was scared when I lost my mother, my father, my brother, my sister.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

When my father died, I was living in England. It was very traumatic that he died when I was away.

We die as often as we lose a friend.

Nobody can prepare you for the loss of a parent.

I started doing a Twitter feed when my father was dying. I was very distracted, preoccupied. It was upsetting.

IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.