Best 40 of Death of a child quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lauren Destefano

Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Elizabeth Mccracken

I'm thinking of that Florida lady again, the one who wanted a book about the lighter side of a child's death, and I know: all she wanted was permission to remember her child with pleasure instead of grief. To remember that he was dead, but to remember him without pain: he's dead but of course she still loves him, and that love isn't morbid or bloodstained or unsightly, it doesn't need to be shoved away.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ariel Levy

But the truth is, the ten or twenty minutes I was somebody’s mother were black magic. There is no adventure I would trade them for; there is no place I would rather have seen. -Thanksgiving in Mongolia, The New Yorker, November 18, 2013 Issue

By Anonym 18 Sep

Elaine Pagels

Recalling this now, I can tell only the husk of the story--a story known inwardly only by those who have experienced such a loss, which we'd wish for no one else to suffer. Those who have not often say, "I can't imagine how you felt, what that was like." I can hardly imagine it either, even having lived through it. Recently, when someone said that, I found myself answering, "Like being burned alive.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lailah Gifty Akita

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Stewart Stafford

Do not weep for those who have found Death's embrace early, for they weep for us that linger on in this mortal world of pain.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jocelyn Soriano

I walked in the garden of life, caressing soft petals here and there. And lo! After a while they were no more, and my heart bled for each fragrant petal that fell. If every flower withers, never to return to its full blossom, then what good indeed is passing by in the garden of life? Herein lies my hope: That for every flower that withers, another one blooms, one that will remain forever fragrant and fresh, never ever to pass away…

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lauren Destefano

She wished that when her heart was beating double, she could give one of those hearts to him and then press her ear to his chest and feel it beating.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lailah Gifty Akita

The graveyard is the everlasting home of every man.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Bangambiki Habyarimana

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Darnell Lamont Walker

Death pulls people from our spaces so often and we accept it as our final payment for having been here and having lived, however big or small. We don’t always have time to notice how things have changed in the absence of some of them. But then death pulls away someone we love, and we find that time. In here, we notice everything; growing grass and fingernails, and songs that end in a minor key. We are too sad to do anything else but watch a clock, applying seconds, minutes, and hours to the trauma and the lacerations. Time, the forever healer, they say. We find the time to wonder how everyone else is moving on, around our paralyzed selves. Ourselves unsure of roads and trees and birds and things. It all blurs and words aren’t words anymore. We find the time to attempt to figure a way to rethink everything we thought about this world and why we came to it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Renee Chae

Death” is never an end, but a To Be Continued...

By Anonym 16 Sep

Bangambiki Habyarimana

It's a harrowing experience to see death approaching in haste towards you, what is hell but confronting your own mortality

By Anonym 15 Sep

Bangambiki Habyarimana

Although it's great to appear to a feast, home is always sweet, though it may be lonely and cold like death

By Anonym 17 Sep

Julie Buntin

Marlena's body was found on November 19, and so I consider that the anniversary of her death, though she almost certainly died on the eighteenth. Because for me, that day, she was still fully, hugely, annoyingly alive--deliberately ignoring my phone calls, up to something she'd no doubt tell me all about soon. Twelve days after November 19, I turned sixteen. Every year, it happens the same way: Marlena dies, I get older.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Viraj J. Mahajan

There is one invisible bridge for every one of us and death is the first step of it. On this side, there is life where there are questions and fear but on that other side of that bridge, there is a whole new world full of answers and peace.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Hanya Yanagihara

...when your child dies, you feel everything you'd expect to feel, feelings so well-documented by so many others that I won't even bother to list them here, except to say that everything that's written about mourning is all the same, and it's all the same for a reason - because there is no read deviation from the text. Sometimes you feel more of one thing and less of another, and sometimes you feel them out of order, and sometimes you feel them for a longer time or a shorter time. But the sensations are always the same. But here's what no one says - when it's your child, a part of you, a very tiny but nonetheless unignorable part of you, also feels relief. Because finally, the moment you have been expecting, been dreading, been preparing yourself for since the day you became a parent, has come. Ah, you tell yourself, it's arrived. Here it is. And after that, you have nothing to fear again.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jocelyn Soriano

But I guess death is like that. It takes away from you in an instant the people you've cherished for a whole lifetime. Just like that. As simple as that. And you are suddenly left with two things: anger for having been deprived of your beloved for no reason at all; and emptiness, a vacuum that gnaws right at your heart where all the joyful moments once had been.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Lauren Destefano

They are paper cutouts rather than people, Pram thought. They are shadows with black dots for eyes and grim lines for mouths. They almost resemble the dead, but not quite.

By Anonym 16 Sep

George Saunders

I was in error when I saw him as fixed and stable and thought I would have him forever. He was never fixed, nor stable, but always just a passing, temporary energy-burst.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Lailah Gifty Akita

Time is life. Time for birth, time for death.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ben Jonson

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy

By Anonym 19 Sep

Aleksandar Hemon

There’s a psychological mechanism, I’ve come to believe, that prevents most of us from imagining the moment of our own death. For if it were possible to imagine fully that instant of passing from consciousness to nonexistence, with all the attendant fear and humiliation of absolute helplessness, it would be very hard to live, as it would be unbearably obvious that death is inscribed in everything that constitutes life, that any moment of our existence is a breath away from being the last one. We would be continuously devastated by the magnitude of that inescapable moment, so our minds wisely refuse to consider it. Still, as we mature into mortality, we gingerly dip our horror-tingling toes in the void, hoping that the mind will somehow ease itself into dying, that God or some other soothing opiate will remain available as we venture deeper into the darkness of nonbeing. But how can you possibly ease yourself into the death of your child? For one thing, it is supposed to happen well after your own dissolution into nothingness. Your children are supposed to outlive you by several decades, in the course of which they’ll live their lives, happily devoid of the burden of your presence, eventually completing the same mortal trajectory as their parents: oblivion, denial, fear, the end. They’re supposed to handle their own mortality, and no help in that regard (other than forcing them to confront death by way of your dying) can come from you—death ain’t a science project. And even if you could imagine your child’s death, why would you?

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mary Potter Kenyon

The whole encounter was surreal. No one had mentioned cancer. I hadn’t requested special treatment for Jacob. Yet he’d just nabbed a private meeting with an actor from his favorite movie. I would later ask Mike, the comic book store owner, what had prompted him to invite Jacob to the supper and a private meeting with Mr. Bulloch. “It was Jeremy at the door. He recognized something in Jacob. Jeremy is a cancer survivor.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jocelyn Soriano

I wait and pray and hope I will look forward to each brand new day thankful for all that I've had and will always have thankful for the sun that shines again believing and hanging on believing that life will go on it can't help but go on it shall go on and in so going there really is no end only mornings and evenings and life that never ever ends.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Juliet Castle

She wondered how to mourn the death of a son who wasn't dead. And yet the loss of separation made that easy. The idea of pain made pain, where she knew none could possibly truly exist.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Sandra Toscano Huerta

Surviving the death of a loved one...one day at a time.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Nicholas Wolterstorff

Will my eyes adjust to this darkness? Will I find you in the dark – not in the streaks of light which remain, but in the darkness? Has anyone ever found you there? Did they love what they saw? Did they see love? And are there songs for singing when the light has gone dim? Or in the dark, is it best to wait in silence? Noon has darkened. As fast as they could say, ‘He’s dead,’ the light dimmed. And where are you in the darkness? I learned to spy you in the light. Here in this darkness, I cannot find you. If I had never looked for you, or looked but never found, I would not feel this pain of your absence. Or is not your absence in which I dwell, but your elusive troubling presence? It’s the neverness that is so painful. Never again to be here with us – never to sit with us at the table…. All the rest of our lives we must live without him. Only our death can stop the pain of his death.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jocelyn Soriano

For no soul can ever be replaced, and death claims a beauty and a magnificence that will always be missed.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Bangambiki Habyarimana

The world slides, the world goes, and death makes equal the rich and the poor

By Anonym 19 Sep

Rob Liano

The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sonya Hartnett

I sensed that he was dead, but wasn't sure if death was forever. It seemed best to stay nearby, in case the chance came to make everything changed.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victor Robert Lee

Even now, I feel your arms around me My breath is your breath and yours mine Even now, I hear you laughing like bells ... You sing to me and I sing to you Dear child of my womb, my love, Time has left us, left us forever together.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Joan Walsh Anglund

My arms are empty without you! My heart cries out, lonely in the darkness, but you are not here. No tears shall bring you back into my arms again. My mothers love was not strong enough to keep you, but it is strong enough to follow and find you, though all the mists of Eternity should try to come between!

By Anonym 16 Sep

George Saunders

All over now. He is either in joy or nothingness. (So why grieve? The worst of it, for him, is over.) Because I loved him so and am in the habit of loving him and that love must take the form of fussing and worry and doing.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Bangambiki Habyarimana

Each man lives in his own universe and when he dies the world is over

By Anonym 15 Sep

Yuri Herrera

Better to scratch the wound than bandage it: those who lose a child shouldn't be consoled; parents die to make room for their kids, not the other way around. He wasn't being cruel, he just thought a gash that deep had to be respected, not swaddled over with cuddles.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Bangambiki Habyarimana

Dreams, just dreams, it's all illusion