Kelsey Grammer Quotes

MY REGRETS ARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE I COULDN’T SAVE—Marines, soldiers, my buddies. I still feel their loss. I still ache for my failure to protect them.

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

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

The death of my daughter is a subject I talk about briefly because there is nothing more tragic.

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

To hear my mother say, 'Michael is dead,' to feel and hear the tone in her voice to say her child is dead, is nothing that anyone can ever imagine.

I think whenever you lose somebody close to you, there's always a part of you that wishes you could have done something differently.

Writing about what happened to my brother and to my family was awful. It was hard to look back at how much suffering there was and at how certain bad situations were made worse by our decisions.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

The fact that I lost my mum was horrible, and if I could change anything, I would definitely change that.

The loss of my brother was a huge moment, a life-changer for me.

Mourning never ends for those who've faced unimaginable losses.

I know what it's like to lose.

My mother passed in 2002. That was a blow like no other blow.

My mother died in 1997 and I spiralled into this self-destructive vortex of trying to annihilate my consciousness. I was afraid to face the grief of losing her, because she was somebody I loved more than anybody else in the world.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.

I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember

The murder of Sean Brown hurt my soul.

I have spent more than half a lifetime trying to express the tragic moment.