Sonu Sood Quotes

I'm incredibly sad that my mother's not here to see my kids and that my kids don't get to know her. And she didn't meet my husband. That's one of the hardest things. I don't even know how to put that into words.

My mother cooked her last Christmas standing rib roast in 1987 and died a few weeks afterward.

There are days when I wonder why my mom couldn't be here to see this.

I thought of my father and felt a deep sorrow that he should no longer be alive, and that I could not go to him and tell him that I had been awarded the Nobel Prize. I knew that no one would have been happier than he to hear this.

There's not a day that William and I don't wish that she was... we don't wish that she was still around, and we wonder what kind of a mother she would be now, and what kind of a public role she would have, and what a difference she would be making.

My beloved father passed away just two months after I told him I was going to start a company. Whenever I make progress in my career, I wish I could share the news with my father.

You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself.

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

Sadly, my father died before I graduated, so he didn't see any of the success at all.

Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.

It breaks my heart that my father never knew my children. He should have been around for another 25 years.

I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting - she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely... gone.

I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18.

July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.

Our mother was so public - we always talked about her. But with her passing, all of a sudden we don't even want to talk about her.

My father died prematurely at the age of 52 when I was 24, and it is a recurring regret that he never lived to see me succeed beyond university and drama.

Well, my mother, I knew until I was 13. She died when I was 13.

My father died in 1989 before I knew what I was going to do with my life. I had just graduated from college. My mother died just before 'Sideways' came out. She knew I was an actor, but she never saw me become successful.

I would give anything to sit down with my maternal grandmother and have a cup of tea and play Scrabble. She died 10 years ago.

My greatest regret is that my mother died before I could help her materially.

It's always been the ones that got away that stick in your memory. You use them for motivation. The ones you win are brilliant and you enjoy them, and then you move on.

My mother died of a stroke in 1974, and for a long time, I blamed myself. She was utterly devastated when I told her I was a lesbian not long before.

I realized that my mother was at the center of my work, because now that my mother is no longer there, there's nobody left.

I think about my mom every day.

When he died, he took a big piece of me with him. I'm sure that every time I do something, I'll think about having done it with Hef.