Anne Rice Quotes

The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.

My life was very tenuous last year. My daughter's death, in March in 2007, was unexpected. It was a shock. I didn't know if I'd survive it.

I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her.

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

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

There might be things more terrible even than losing someone you love by death.

No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.

I think that people always say when people pass away that time heals all wounds. And that's probably the biggest lie. It's not true. I think we all need to remember that it is always still tough, and it's like losing a piece of your heart.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.

There's some things I can't write about, just terrible personal tragedies.

The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.

When my brother called to inform me, on the morning of May 22, 2003, that our mother Caroline Oates had died suddenly of a stroke, it was a shock from which, in a way, I have yet to recover.

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

I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.

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

A fundamental and unfortunate part of being alive is to suffer loss and to suffer grief.

Cancer has been a dark thread that has run throughout my life. It's taken my friends, my parents. My beautiful son.

My mother's death was very painful as it occurred over a period of a week. Watching her die was the hardest thing my dad ever went through.

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

Small things such as this have saved me: how much I love my mother — even after all these years. How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. So is yours. You are not grieving your son’s death because his death was ugly and unfair. You’re grieving it because you loved him truly. The beauty in that is greater than the bitterness of his death.

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

I know what it's like to see one's mother go through the agony of death and be unable to help; there is no consolation. We all have to bear such heavy burdens, for they are unalterably linked to life.