Claude Debussy Quotes

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

Anytime a curtain closes forever, that's always sad news.

My life closed twice before its close

It was inevitable, of course, but somehow it didn't seem right to Alex that they would never remember the sound of Carly's laughter, or know how deeply she'd once loved them.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.

It's different when the person you love dies. There's an awful finality to death. But it is final. The end. And there's the funeral, family gatherings, grieving, all of those necessary rituals. And they help, believe me. When the object of your love just disappears, there's no way to deal with the grief and pain.

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

I'm one of those who cut off seeing people after a certain time, when the weight is gone and they sound like the dementia is very advanced - I don't want to see that. I don't even go in to look at the body. That's not my last memory.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.

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

There's something about losing friends, particularly young people, where it's not something that you get over. I don't believe there's a healing process.

I think because people are passing - people that we are aware of are passing at - I don't say a great pace, but it seems like people are dropping, and I think it's just making - there's a consciousness and there's sensitivity to it.

Some words having to do with the death of the people in the World Trade Center attack had been added, and when I got to it, I had this overwhelmingly emotional experience. I struggled to get through the words; tears were streaming down my cheeks.

I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.

Your father has to die, better he dies in your arms.

The new record started out being about loss, but it's morphed into being about how relationships go on even though one person is not in a body anymore.

In every parting there is an image of death.

What's more awful, to me, than blood and guts is the thought of losing those who you love.

I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.

We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.

I loved and protected my own children like a fierce mama bear, but one of them died anyway. It was a dark day when I realized that part of my responsibility in Casey's death was that I did not love all the children of the world in that same real, not abstract, way.

I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn't, so I think it is possibly the end.

My original inspiration was my mom: a few years after the death of my dad, she started dating one my teachers!

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.