Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Death remains about the one certain fact in the lives of each one of us, and there will be suffering, sorrow, and sadness next week as there was last week.

I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.

It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

We never think that our mothers will die. It was like suddenly an abyss opened at my feet - I was standing on nothing. It was the strangest thing. Her passing away ripped the solidity out of the world.

My sister died in Brooklyn.

It's terrible when anyone passes too soon.

Cancer has been a dark thread that has run throughout my life. It's taken my friends, my parents. My beautiful son.

When anyone dies, it's sad.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

The problem with death is absence

Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

Death makes sad stories of us all.

And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.

Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. "She is dead." "Ding dong, the witch is dead.

death had just shred a tear

I was slapped down to the ground when my son Wade died in 1996, in April of 1996.

When my mother passed away I was 20.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of 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.

At a certain age, death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.

You get to an age when you lose people close to you.