Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

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

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

And often the worst thing wasn't the victims--they were dead, after all, and beyond any more pain. The worst thing was those who loved them and survived them. Often the walking dead from now on, shell-shocked, hearts ruptured, stumbling through the remainder of their lives without anything left inside of them but blood and organs, impervious to pain, having learned nothing except that the worst things did, in fact, sometimes happen. (Mystic River)

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

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.

Dying is a very simple thing. I've looked at death and really I know. If I should have died it would have been very easy for me. Quite the easiest thing I ever did. But the people at home do not realize that. They suffer a thousand times more.

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

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial, one of the hardest things I heard someone say was, 'I'm going to go home and hug my child a little tighter.' 'Well, good for you,' I thought. 'I'm going to go home and scream.'

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

Blood and death. That moves me.

As someone who has lived the nightmare of losing a child, I know that the enormous hole left behind remains forever.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

When I did 'Bumble-ardy,' I was so intensely aware of death. Eugene, my friend and partner, was dying here in the house when I did 'Bumble-ardy'. I did 'Bumble-ardy' to save myself. I did not want to die with him. I wanted to live, as any human being does.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.

I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me.

Dying is a tough way to make a living.

From losing my mom, I'll never be okay; I'll never be put together again.

It's everyone's dread to lose a child. You lose someone you love so much, so young. It does hit you like nothing else, and there is a bit of you that thinks, well, if you can face that sort of challenge in your life, then it puts everything else into perspective.

It is difficult to ever think about your loved one having suffered.