Jessica Origliasso Quotes

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

I am convinced that material things can contribute a lot to making one's life pleasant, but, basically, if you do not have very good friends and relatives who matter to you, life will be really empty and sad and material things cease to be important.

People are much more important than superficial environments.

I don't treasure things much - just people. And pets.

Material things don't matter.

No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends, as to give them no cause to miss him less.

The big things in the average person's life are the romances that they have - and then the destruction and loss of them. Parents, siblings, children, the death of parents, family tension... these are monumental things. They struck me as being interesting to write about. I didn't have a very exotic life, but all this stuff happened to me.

It's the relationships between people that are more important than the sort of far away fantasies of what the good life is, the world of supermodels and Bud ads.

Watching a whole cluster of friends, and my own mother, die over quite a short space of time convinced me that purely materialist 'explanations' for our mysterious human existence simply won't do - on an intellectual level.

Things in themselves have no life in them. A car can't comfort or encourage you. A house means nothing if there's no life and love inside.

What I really like about Woody Allen's films is that there's a real investment in personal relationships. There is the idea that this is a serious concern worth making serious art about - how we love other people and how we can negotiate our relationships with them.

I really am not a material girl.

Everything in life cannot be bought.

If you love your dad, it’s tough when he dies. If you don’t like your dad, it’s tough when he dies. Because you lose that guy. Whatever you didn’t get, you miss. And what you did get, you miss.

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

Falling in love with a house or a car or a pair of shoes, it was a dead end. You save your love for the things that can love you back.

And what amazes me as I hit the motorway is not the fact that everyone loses someone, but that everyone loves someone. It seems like such a massive waste of energy -- and we all do it, all the people beetling along between the white lines, merging, converging, overtaking. We each love someone, even though they will die. And we keep loving them, even when they are not there to love any more. And there is no logic or use to any of this, that I can see.

Why, Robert Singh often wondered, did we give our hearts to friends whose life spans are so much shorter than our own?

It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.

Money drives the world, but when everything falls apart to leave the underpinnings of our life bare to the scrutiny of critics and thieves, the only thing remaining, the only thing that can't be taken away, is the love you hold for the people you care about.

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.

Benjamin, we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.

Grief is the price we pay for being close to one another. If we want to avoid our grief, we simply avoid each other.