Quotes About Loss

Since my brother died in 1982, my parents and I had formed a shaky tripod of a family; now that I'd lost my father too, it was too easy for me to glimpse a future point where I alone was the keeper of not just my own childhood memories, but of my family lore.

My mother was born in 1953, my brother was born in 1983, and I was born in 1993. Then, my Mum passed away on June 3 at 10:23 P.M. in 2013. Since then, I'd see threes everywhere.

I buried Joel on our 48th anniversary. I had been with her since I was 16.

Passing away of a legendary singer like SP Subrahmanyam is a huge loss. I have personally loved all his renditions. He is such a legendary figure.

The entire federal budget for landslide research is $3.5 million a year - far less than the property value lost on a single day when 17 mansions slid down a hill in 2005 in Laguna Beach, Calif.

Losing a child is probably the singular most horrible thing.

I hate to see anybody sink. I hate to see anybody lose their dream, lose their home, something like that.

When my sister died, I had my first child.

I remember, growing up, losing a sister, and - life is short. Make the most of your opportunities.

I was born in 1968, just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.

My father was born on Christmas Day in 1934. He grew up in what is now part of North Korea. When the Korean War began, my father was 16, and he found passage on an American refugee ship,thinking he'd be gone for just a few days, but he never saw his mother or his sister again.

I lost my sister Telsche to ovarian cancer in 1997 and my grandparents on my mother's side both had cancer but well into their 70s.

I was born Gaynor Hopkins, one of seven children. My mum, Elsie, and dad, Glyndwr, always said they had seven children, although my sister Paulene was stillborn.

My sister and I were born in San Francisco. When our parents died, we came down here to live with relatives.

My father died when I was three years old and my sister was three months.

I was 22 when my mother died; my baby sister was 12. We had nothing. We had each other, but we had nothing.

My parents and my sister died... very close together, and after that, I lost quite a bit of my sense of humor. Most of it I think has kind of come back, but I know there was a time when I didn't think things were funny anymore. I kind of think they're funny again.

My closet CD that I don't admit that I really listen to is Celine Dion. My husband's sister passed away in a car accident, and she was a huge Celine Dion fan. 'It's All Coming Back to Me Now' was her favorite song, so that's kind of my guilty pleasure.

And my little sister died when she was 16.

You can't tell a 6-year-old your sister is going to die.

My sister died and my mum was really distant, as you do - you don't expect your offspring to die before you. I thought I was bulletproof up until that stage.

My parents were mourning the death of my sister. She was killed in a car accident before I was born, and I didn't know she existed until I was 13 or 14 years old. I knew I was growing up in a house where people were angry and sad.

My childhood was kind of complicated. I have an older sister, but my father, my mother's husband, died when I was four years old. So I only had my mum and sister, really.

Because my dad died when I was young, and I have a severely disabled sister, I couldn't really push the envelope at home.