Kate DiCamillo Quotes

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

The hardest obstacle I've ever had to overcome in my life is losing my mom four years ago. I wouldn't even say that I've overcome it, really. I don't imagine that I ever will.

Come, my child," I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child. "Oh, my darling, my darling!" she moaned, over and over again. "And God meant your life to be so beautiful!

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

Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me.

My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.

I've lost lots of men in my life, besides my mother, which is a whole different loss.

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

The toughest challenges I've faced are the deaths of my mother and Stephen Gately.

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

There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

My mother died when I was five, and all I did was sit and cry. I cried and cried and cried all day, until the neighbors went away.

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.

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.

Bones heal, but the loss of my friend will never heal.

I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

Whoever mourns the dead mourns himself.

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

Writers write about what obsesses them. You draw those cards. I lost my mother when I was 14. My daughter died at the age of 6. I lost my faith as a Catholic. When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.

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

She said that her father's death had been the hardest thing in her life. "We are all children until our fathers die.

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.

All of my best friends are dead people. Someday I've got to figure out how that happened.

Grief is not just a series of events, stages, or timelines. Our society places enormous pressure on us to get over loss, to get through grief. But how long do you grieve for a husband of fifty years, a teenager killed in a car accident, a four-year-old child: a year? Five years? Forever? The loss happens in time, in fact in a moment, but its aftermath lasts a lifetime.