Quotes About Grief

If the mother can't break the attachment, they say that the baby can't leave this world. For him to be happy in a good place you must send the child that you must send... and you must live.

I take every opportunity to tell people how happy my mother is to be dead.

I didn't grow up with my mother, and so losing her for real was like, some sort of latent childhood, some sort of unresolved issue. When she left for real, it was sort of like, I was done.

Bambi has a profound effect on children because it's about losing your mother.

There's nothing that symbolizes loss or grief more than a mother losing a child.

My mother had lots and lots of children who didnt survive.

Except for the violin pieces and a few of my orchestra pieces, all of my works from the Passacaglia on relate to the death of my mother.

I lost my mother when I was very young, and my father when I was in college.

When my mother and my grandmother died three months apart, I knew my world was over.

My mother passed when I was in the third grade, my father when I was in the seventh, and that's when I was shipped to Los Angeles to live with an aunt.

My mother's death put me in touch with my most savage self. As I've grown up and come to terms with her death and accepted it, the pieces of her that I keep don't exist materially.

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.

The longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother's loss makes itself felt.

I miss my mother very, very much.

There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.

Yes, my mother's death is a terrible sorrow to me. I feel - do you know what I mean - the silence of it so. She was more alive than anyone I have ever known.

My mom does not exist anymore, and I cannot see my mother in myself. To me, the word "mother" is the synonym for the words "parting" or "separation" or "farewell."

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.

Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

That always seemed to be the most critical test that a child was confronted with - loss of parents, loss of direction, loss of love. Can you live without a mother and a father?

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

Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me.

And after my mother's death I became more open to and empathetic about other people's struggles and losses.