Kevin Frazier Quotes

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.

To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.

Grief is exhausting.

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn't eat or sleep.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

If something was to happen to part of my family, I don't know what I'd do.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

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.

I think grieving is the same for everybody that lost someone you love deeply. It's the same. You know, you're really no different than anybody else who's lost somebody they adored.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

During my grandma's funeral, I looked over once and saw my mom crying, and I felt so bad for her.

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

Losing a parent is always a terrible thing for anybody. It's no more or no less for me.

On September 22, 2002, my mama, Buhlar Hinton, died. When the guards told me, I gave up. She'd been deteriorating for a long time - I believe she died of a broken heart.

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

My best girl is dead.

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.

It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

It breaks my heart to think about a family weeping over the loss of a loved one. I understand the anguish that some feel about the death that takes place.

And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.

Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us.

Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.