Brian Jones Quotes

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

The death of my daughter is a subject I talk about briefly because there is nothing more tragic.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

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.

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

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

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

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.

It's very hard to lose someone who's the closest person to you in your life.

I've lost lots of men in my life, besides my mother, which is a whole different loss.

When you - when someone dies in your family and you think you're over it, and then you wake up in the morning and it hits you, 'I won't ever see my brother again. I won't ever see my mom again.' And it just kind of hits you like that.

There's no easy time to lose a parent.

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

Losing a parent is always a terrible thing for anybody. It's no more or no less for me.

The toughest challenges I've faced are the deaths of my mother and Stephen Gately.

I lost my girl a couple years back, Aaliyah, in a plane crash. I wasn't expecting that, and also, my mother died, and at the time, my father wasn't in my life; the only person that took care of me was my mom.

My best girl is dead.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.