Carol Leifer Quotes

You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.

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

The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.

If you lose a parent, it never goes away. As a kid, I dreamed about my father coming back for 15 or 20 years. I still do sometimes.

Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.

At some level it's still hard for me to admit that my father died. I can talk about it and around it, but those two words. 'He died.' What can that possibly mean? That I won't get to hear his voice again?

It's never nice to lose someone close to you; unfortunately, life goes on, and we have to make peace with it and move on.

We're all, whether we like it or not, gonna have to deal with bereavement at some point in our lives, and it's something I think, as a society, maybe we shy away from.

Of course when you lose your parent, it's like one chapter in your book of life ends. It's difficult but it's a part of life and you have to accept it.

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

When you lose a mother or father, it's still the hardest time of your life.

My mum died when I was 14. That is a kind of strange age to lose a mother. John lost his mum when he was 17.

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

I've not really had a bad Christmas. Apart from serious things, like when my father died. He rather spoiled the party and I've never forgiven him for falling off the twig on Christmas Day.

It's a time of sorrow and sadness when we lose a loss of life.

[after the death of a loved one] It is when there is nothing more to be done that the reality of the loss often hits with full force.

The tragedy of loss is not that we grieve, but that we cease to grieve, and then perhaps the dead are dead at last.

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

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

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

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

There's something about losing friends, particularly young people, where it's not something that you get over. I don't believe there's a healing process.

I think, in real life, when we're facing death - that is, when we come out on the other side of it, whether it's death of a friend or a family member - you come out on the other side of the mourning cherishing your life that much more.

What shaped me the most would probably be when my dad passed away. For the rest of my life, I'll kind of feel like he's gonna come home.

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