Marcel Proust Quotes

When anyone dies, it's sad.

When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.

Every time a man dies, a child dies too, and an adolescent and a young man as well; everyone weeps for the one who was dear to him.

Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which annihilates the memory, together with life.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

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

I'm not great at dealing with death, I have to say. I find death very hard: my mum, my dad, Sid Vicious. I'm not a monster; I feel it and it scares me. One death at a time, please, is all my heart will bear.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

I done been to so many funerals.

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

You don't get dead and there not be consequences.

I don't want to die in pain or in an undignified way, I don't want any of the people I love to die in, die painfully. But I'm aware of the fact that they may die before I do and I have to part with them and take the loss. The hardest thing of love is to let go. But I think I can get let go of almost anybody.

When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner o' Later those you love will do the same for you. And you may have thought it tragic, Not to mention other adjec- Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do. (But don't you worry.

I have a natural tendency to feel well about the world, I suppose, one way or another. But then there is the problem of pain. There are things like [Abraham] Lincoln's beloved little boy dying.

Heaven deprives me of a wife who never caused me any other grief than that of her death.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

Underneath me, Sam Grest - who'd been my friend and saved my life - lay perfectly still and slipped further and further into the final sleep of an unfair and horrible death.