Madonna Ciccone Quotes

Pearls mean tears.

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

The Tiger Rising is, again, about a motherless child. His name is Rob Horton. He is dealing with the death of his mother, when he and his father move to a new town. And two things happen the same day that Rob gets sent home. One is he meets a girl named Sistine Bailey, who is what my mother would call "a piece of work," and he finds a real tiger in a cage in the woods behind the motel where he lives with his dad. And that's the story: what happens with the Sistine tiger, the real tiger and Rob's grief.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

I lost my dad when I was younger, and I know what it's like to lose a beloved parent.

Losing my mum. That was a punch-me moment.

Going through the grief period of my dad and losing him - that was the worst thing because you know when you get that call. When you are seven, eight years old, you have that almost vision in your mind of what that's going to be like and what your going to feel like and it doesn't prepare you.

I've had to walk through a lot of my tears.

My mother had just died, and I had to walk a long way behind her coffin, surrounded by thousands of people watching me while millions more did on television. I don't think any child should be asked to do that under any circumstances.

My mother passed. She passed when I was 10 or 11.

I lost my mom when I was young.

Can you imagine, I lost my mother at age six? My childhood ended then.

Where can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?

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

My best girl is dead.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

She heard the trace of fear in his voice. The fear that a small boy must have felt when every woman he loved had disappeared from his life, swept away by a merciless fever. She didn’t know how to reassure him, or how to console his long-ago grief.

I know what it's like to see one's mother go through the agony of death and be unable to help; there is no consolation. We all have to bear such heavy burdens, for they are unalterably linked to life.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

A terrific sadness swept over Jerry. As if somebody had died. The way he felt standing in the cemetry that day they buried his mother. And nothing you could do about it.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.

I have to say that since my mother died, I am not the same person anymore. My life has changed a great deal because it's really unbearable to think you can't see her anymore or talk to her anymore.