Jane Welsh Carlyle Quotes

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.

When my mother passed away I was 20.

After the loss of my sister - my darkest time - I tried to think of the beauty she'd brought to this world and the lives she had touched and the love she had left behind.

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

Bereavement is terrible, of course. And when somebody you love dies, it's a time for reflection, a time for memory, a time for regret.

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

I'll never forget the first time I saw someone who had died. It was my grandfather. And I knelt next to his coffin. And all I could do was eye level was look at his hands. They were enormous hands. And all I could think was, 'Those hands dug freedom for me.'

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.

Our past is who we are, and death is one of our experiences. I lost my husband a long time ago, but it's always yesterday.

It's very inconvenient because every time I finish, let's say, a chapter of a book, I think I'm going to ring Richard and then realize: Oh, Christ, I've buried him. I buried him last year.

At a family's most difficult time, I want to make sure at a minimum that they have the very basic of comforts: the ability to grieve their loss privately and the knowledge that their country is grateful for their loved one's sacrifice and service.

I picked up the writing on the very day he died. It was the only consolation I could find.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

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

I realized that my mother was at the center of my work, because now that my mother is no longer there, there's nobody left.

After my father died, we went to church for a long time every day, and then every other day during the summer.

I know when my parents passed away, I wanted all the support I could get.

A requiem is meant to bring comfort.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

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

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

I lost my brother when he was 30, and that was devastating for me. I don't know if I will ever get over it.