John F. Kelly Quotes

There is nothing to be compared to this, 'cause we lost our brother, our hero. The world is mourning. We are mourning. The fans are mourning. It is unreal. Unbelievable.

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.

We are all victims because of the circumstances, but I'm not sure what to say to any one who has lost a loved one. I know the feeling myself, and words just don't do much to ease the pain.

The death of my own son has made me more sensitive. It's made me more compassionate.

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

Grief is the price we pay for love.

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

I know what you go through when you learn someone close to you has died.

And my little sister died when she was 16.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

Anyone who has experienced a certain amount of loss in their life has empathy for those who have experienced loss.

It is difficult to ever think about your loved one having suffered.

I've been blessed in many ways, but none of the heights from football can ever compare to the depths you go through when you lose a child.

We are deeply sorry for the loss of anything - from your luggage to, of course, a loved pet.

When anyone dies, it's sad.

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

I am deeply pained after learning about the death of Pravin Chougule.

I grieve for every death.

Losing my parents was probably the hardest and deepest blow from which I've had to recover.

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 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 lost my brother when he was 30, and that was devastating for me. I don't know if I will ever get over it.

But there is a discomfort that surrounds grief. It makes even the most well-intentioned people unsure of what to say. And so many of the freshly bereaved end up feeling even more alone.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.