Anna Nicole Smith Quotes

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.

I lost my brother when he was 30, and that was devastating for me. I don't know if I will ever get over it.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

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

You don't get dead and there not be consequences.

It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

To have your niece die in your arms is the greatest gift from god.

You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which annihilates the memory, together with life.

It's different when the person you love dies. There's an awful finality to death. But it is final. The end. And there's the funeral, family gatherings, grieving, all of those necessary rituals. And they help, believe me. When the object of your love just disappears, there's no way to deal with the grief and pain.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.

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

My uncle died in 1987. I unfortunately - I saw it happen before it happened, which was really, really hard because I was 16 years old and I thought, like, Well, I'm seeing this. I'm supposed to stop this. And I couldn't.

I just didn't want to admit that he was dead.

Having lost people when they were young, you feel intimately acquainted with mortality, I guess. Though I procrastinate worse than anybody.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

Blood and death. That moves me.

I lost my faith in God when I lost my daughter to Cancer, the beast. I begged, I cried, I offered my life for hers, and day by day, I watched that beautiful little Angel slip off. So, excuse me for not taking my seat next to you on Sunday in Church, I feel too cheated to worship.

I don't think you could get anything worse than losing a child. I think if my child died, I would prefer it if I were dead.

Bereavement is the sharpest challenge to our trust in God; if faith can overcome this, there is no mountain which it cannot remove.

I envy the dead.