Quotes About Loss

My father died many years ago, and yet when something special happens to me, I talk to him secretly not really knowing whether he hears, but it makes me feel better to half believe it.

A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father, while the loss of his inheritance might drive him to despair.

Upon the death of my father, our family and myself were emotionally and financially exhausted.

I could only relate [to the family] that I, the father of three sons, could hardly imagine what it would be to lose one, far less three of my boys, in such a cruel and senseless manner.

I've not really had a bad Christmas. Apart from serious things, like when my father died. He rather spoiled the party and I've never forgiven him for falling off the twig on Christmas Day.

My father died prematurely at the age of 52 when I was 24, and it is a recurring regret that he never lived to see me succeed beyond university and drama.

A lot of people ask me about my father's passing when I was young, which I'm never comfortable with. I invariably move around that subject.

When I was 3, my father stopped coming home.

My father's ashes are not yet interred.strangely, I find the fact that he isn't properly laid to rest helps me when I'm doingthis play.

My father had a fishing business in Aberdeen destroyed by the European Union and the Common Fisheries Policy.

[On her father:] ... in losing him I lost my greatest blessing and comfort, for he was always that to me.

But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.

Father's Day was great, but all the family gatherings brought up my mother's death. Maybe it's me, because I am a wimp. We would get together, but there was someone missing!

Since the death of my father four years ago, our lives have become difficult, and I must help my family.

Old as he was, he still missed his daddy sometimes.

I had a glorious father, I had no father at all.

My father fled Cuba, and I will fight to defend liberty because my family knows what it's like to lose it.

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

I realized my father's sister Joanne, who died at 19 had instilled her spirit in me.

I mean my father was killed when I was six. And I only have tiny, tiny flashes of memory.

I was 12 when my father passed, so I didn't have a father during my teenage years.

America had taken my father from me. And over most of the years of his illness, I gradually started feeling this support system from this country who-people grieving along with us.

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

[Steven Sebring] presence was also nice for my children, who, having just lost their father, quite naturally craved warm male attention. They gravitated to him right away.