Lucy McBath Quotes

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

So many people that I've wanted to work with have died. I was so crazy in love with Amy Winehouse. When she died, I felt like I lost my sister all over again. I couldn't stop crying for weeks and weeks! It was horrible! She was so wonderful and so talented.

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

There are days when I wonder why my mom couldn't be here to see this.

My late wife - she died of cancer. We tried everything we could do to save her. I wish that I could have done more and that I could have been with her at the moment she passed away. I couldn't be in that room because I knew it would be so devastating that I wouldn't be able to take care of the kids after.

My father died when I was 28, and within two-and-a-half years of that, I lost my first son.

It is very painful to talk about my dear friend Rishi Kapoor in 'past tense.'

Dallas McCarver is my angel. Not a day goes by where I don't think of him.

My father died when I was really young, on Christmas Day.

I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18.

Well, I used to have a sister, but I never got to meet her because she died after two days, I think. So if I got a tattoo, it would probably have to be something to do with my sister. I actually want to get a tattoo when I'm older of something about her.

It's the continuation of everyone's childhood to see these young children who grow up full of life, full of intelligence, full of a sense of wonder. And within an instant they're gone from this world. It's terrible.

Too many people I've loved dearly have left this earth. And some I've lost are still here breathing the same air. That grief can be comparable if not worse in its consumption.

When I turned 18, I lost my best friend to a car accident.

I was 9 years old when my father - a strong, vibrant man in his early 40s - died of a heart attack. He was such a central figure in our lives that losing him was a terrible shock to all of us, my mother in particular.

I am devastated by the loss of my beautiful wife Jane. She was my best friend.

Broadchurch' is shot through with the fear of being a parent: what's the most horrific loss you can imagine and how could you go on living afterwards?

My son Andrew was an extraordinary young man, loved and admired by all who knew him. His accidental death is a terrible tragedy.

Small things such as this have saved me: how much I love my mother — even after all these years. How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. So is yours. You are not grieving your son’s death because his death was ugly and unfair. You’re grieving it because you loved him truly. The beauty in that is greater than the bitterness of his death.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

Father's Day makes me wish I could talk to my Dad just one more time, instead of all the time.

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