Cherie Blair Quotes

Some women lose their husbands, and their worlds change because their financial circumstances change. All I have in common with them is a grief.

Losing my parents really set me adrift in more ways than one. It's not just losing them. It's losing the possibility of family.

The pain of retirement means loss.

How many wives have been forced by the death of well-intentioned but too protective husbands to face reality late in life, bewildered and frightened because they were strangers to it!

When my husband died in 2006, I didn't want to be Mitzi Gaynor anymore.

I remember I had a psychologist that I worked with in Phoenix tell me one time that the loss of a job and the loss of one's wealth is more devastating to most than losing a loved one or getting divorced. And that really hit me.

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling. When you try to avoid the pain, it creates greater pain.

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.

Divorce is probably as painful as death.

Riches do not delight us so much with their possession, as torment us with their loss.

Without whining and without making myself a tragic figure, there is no replacement for the loss of your privacy. It's a huge sacrifice.

After the break up of the municipality and the loss of his income my father lost health and spirits.

The death of kings can be recited, but not of one's child.

To grow up with the loss of your mother is a scar that never goes away.

Being robbed hurts - not physically, but from what it does to your pride.

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

I was very close to my mother, and her death, which left a gaping hole in my life, has been very difficult for me and my father in a lot of ways.

The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.

A baby! I hated babies. I, who for two and a half years had been the center of a tender universe, felt the axis wrench and a polar chill immobilize my bones. I would be a bystander, a museum mammoth.

Every time I get a lot of money, I cry, and I got a lot of tears left.

My earliest memory is of my first day at primary school and the distress of seeing my mother part from me.And being in a room full of strangers - of aliens. I felt that I would never see her again.

I'd worked for the 'Dallas Times Herald' for ten years, and its death was a kick in the gut the like of which I cannot recall ever having experienced.

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

A loss is horrible, and it's even worse in the UFC.

HBOS had robbed me of my marriage, my family, my businesses, my longstanding friend and business partner, my income, my investments, my self-respect, my reputation, my privacy, my physical and mental health. It cost me my security, my image rights, my collection of classic cars - and very nearly my life.