Patrick Stewart Quotes

The sad events that occur in my life are the sad events that happen to everybody, with losing friends and family, but that is a natural occurrence, as natural as being born.

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

For a culture that has such a problem with death, we seem to deal with it in a quite bizarre way. We see people shot, killed and blown up, and we find it funny and sexy and all those things. But, the reality of it is that every day people die, and people are really sad and they grieve and they go through a really difficult process with it.

I don't believe dying's a sad thing.

Death makes us sad, but it can also make us feel more alive.

A terrible thing about getting oldish is that your friends start dying, and in the last ten years I have lost seven or eight of my closest.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

When friends and lovers die and your world gets quieter; that's when the silence comes closer; that's when next isn't the least bit theoretical or abstract.

The worst day ever was when I found out my grandfather was going to die.

I don't know if my work is a concerted effort to make kids sad! But life and death go hand in hand. It's our condition as human beings.

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.

You get to an age when you lose people close to you.

The common denominator of all my friends is that they're dead.

I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.

Now, I'm the only living member of that group. There was the six of us originally and they're now all gone.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

I had a friend, Melissa, who was 28 years old. She was my best friend's wife, and she was my wife's best friend. She died of breast cancer. When she passed away back in 2004 was the last time I cried.

Death has a tendency to encourage a depressing view of war.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

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

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

I'm terribly sad about Farrah's passing. She was incredibly brave, and God will be welcoming her with open arms.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

I envy the dead.