Allen Tate Quotes

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.

Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it's a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.

There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month. That after 42 days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass - if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it's okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays.

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.

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

When you're young, the loss that you experience when you break up with somebody, that's the loss of a relationship. And the older you get, you actually lose people to death and you lose those relationships, too.

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

She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness.

I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.

Obviously, at this age, I've lost people in my life. But with a parent, it's just different. I was very attached to my father and had this naive little-girl notion that he'd always be around. So I'm finding acceptance of my father's death is the hardest thing to accept.

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

Your father has to die, better he dies in your arms.

I had a friend, Melissa, who was 28 years old. She was my best friend's wife, and she was my wife's best friend. She died of breast cancer. When she passed away back in 2004 was the last time I cried.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

Blood and death. That moves me.

You can't tell a 6-year-old your sister is going to die.

The difference between art about death and actual death is that one's a celebration and the other's a dull fact.

In truth, 2007 was the hardest year of my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my father.

All my friends are dying. That's why I always wear black.

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Death is meaningless unless it happens to someone you know.

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.