Laura Ingalls Wilder Quotes

I had never experienced the death of someone close to me until my grandfather passed away.

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

In December 1988, my mother died of lung cancer. I died too. I couldn't function.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

When friends and lovers die and your world gets quieter; that's when the silence comes closer; that's when next isn't the least bit theoretical or abstract.

Now, I'm the only living member of that group. There was the six of us originally and they're now all gone.

One of the wonderful things about this glorious holiday trip I'm on is that I'm in public with people. It hasn't been inclined... I don't know - something to do with the death of my wife. It's inclined to make me isolated.

After my mother's death, I had such difficulty relating to people.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

When the people you love are gone, you're alone.

The loss of my father left a great emptiness in my heart.

During my grandma's funeral, I looked over once and saw my mom crying, and I felt so bad for her.

I don't have anybody to weep for me, except my mother.

Talking about the loss of my parents... that was really, really difficult to go through.

I've had - after my mom passed away - like a lot of resentment, a lot of things that just happened after I lost my mom.

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

A terrific sadness swept over Jerry. As if somebody had died. The way he felt standing in the cemetry that day they buried his mother. And nothing you could do about it.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank 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.

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.

I was wishing I was invisible. Outside, the leaves were falling to the ground, and I was infinitely sad, sad down to my bones. I was sad for Phoebe and her parents and Prudence and Mike, sad for the leaves that were dying, and sad for myself, for something I had lost.

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Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.