Jon Katz Quotes

A fundamental and unfortunate part of being alive is to suffer loss and to suffer grief.

Losing someone you love is tough.

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

The body is the one thing you have to say goodbye to. You can hold on to your memories. You can hold on to the spirit. That's part of the package that you love and the part that comforts you.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

My biggest fear in life is losing the people I love, and the thing with cancer is that it seems that you can't really control it.

We die as often as we lose a friend.

The moment something happens to one you love, it's twenty times more intense. You experience pain and enlightenment on a much vaster scale.

I miss all of my old friends who have passed away. Sometimes you just don't understand why they were taken so soon. I loved and miss Johnny Cash. I miss my old buddy Johnny Paycheck, who happens to be buried in an area of the cemetery that I bought for my family.

Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.

It's very hard to lose someone who's the closest person to you in your life.

Love is the funeral of hearts.

I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.

From losing my mom, I'll never be okay; I'll never be put together again.

People live, people die. It's always hard when it's a member of your family.

The death of your beloved is the hardest time of all.

Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.

I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.

I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.

Everybody has lost somebody that they care about, or hopefully you haven't, but that's part of life.

I think that people always say when people pass away that time heals all wounds. And that's probably the biggest lie. It's not true. I think we all need to remember that it is always still tough, and it's like losing a piece of your heart.