Tess Gerritsen Quotes

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

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

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

[On her father's death:] I didn't know his leaving would hurt so much.

We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.

She thought of death like the seam of a hem: each time you lose someone close, it unraveled a little. You could still go along with your life, but you'd be forever tripping over something you previously took for granted.

They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together.

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.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

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.

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.

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.

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

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

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

When we grieve over someone who has died in Christ, we are sorrowing not for them, but for ourselves. Our grief isn't a sign of weak faith, but of great love.

If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?

My uncle used to love me, but she died.

Losing my parents was probably the hardest and deepest blow from which I've had to recover.

Seeing death is not as difficult as you might think. What's harder is to see people suffer. It's the people the dead left behind that get to you.

I lost my brother when he was 30, and that was devastating for me. I don't know if I will ever get over it.

I dislike the word 'victim.' I dislike being told that I 'lost' my husband - as if I had idly abandoned you by the side of the railway track like an unwanted pair of old shoes.