Lucy Dacus Quotes

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

Most of my friends are dead. I watched friends die in my arms at 5, 6, 8. When I grew up, the rest of my friends died of AIDS.

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.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

My biggest fear in life is losing the people I love, and the thing with cancer is that it seems that you can't really control it.

The times in my life when I've been my thinnest, I've been a walking psycho wreck. Forget the fact that I was basically starving myself; skinny was usually due to some kind of loss. Death. Rejection. Divorce.

A fundamental and unfortunate part of being alive is to suffer loss and to suffer grief.

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop." I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, "The only people who never hurt are dead." The light died out of her eyes, her breath slowing. She whispered, barely audible, "I don't understand." I answered, "I don't either." A tear slid from her eye and mixed with the blood. Then she died.

Cancer is awful. It took 10 years until I didn't think about it every day. Nobody should go through this. Nobody.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

Everybody has lost somebody that they care about, or hopefully you haven't, but that's part of life.

I thought about dying whenever I got bad news about other people.

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

I think that people always say when people pass away that time heals all wounds. And that's probably the biggest lie. It's not true. I think we all need to remember that it is always still tough, and it's like losing a piece of your heart.

One of the things that happens to people in grief is they secretly think they're crazy, because they realize they are thinking things that don't make sense.

It is possible to take something beautiful and lasting out of the heart-wrenching experience of seeing the animal you love move inexorably toward death.

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.

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

At a certain age, death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.

I'm terrified I'm about to die, or that all the people I love are about to die, every second of every day.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.