Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes

I was slapped down to the ground when my son Wade died in 1996, in April of 1996.

I lost my parents very early in my life. My mom died three weeks after I graduated from high school, and my dad died two years after I got married.

I think any time we lose people, it's a hard moment.

No victory is free from sorrow.

The war has carried mourning into almost every home … it can almost be said that the heavens are hung in black

My father died when I was 28, and within two-and-a-half years of that, I lost my first son.

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.

What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones and pray for the ones who don't know? Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble, and sob for the ones left below?

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.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

When you go through a long illness, certainly one of cancer, there's a certain release from it and relief that it has come to an end, because the suffering can be unbearable, as opposed to an abrupt stop to life when they go out the door and there's a loved one who never comes home because of some accident.

There is nothing to be compared to this, 'cause we lost our brother, our hero. The world is mourning. We are mourning. The fans are mourning. It is unreal. Unbelievable.

Words do not pay for my dead people.

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

His death was the first time that Ed Wynn ever made anyone sad.

Life is precious, and when someone dies it's an opportunity to realise how precious it is. My brother drowned when I was 17. He was 15. I think I grew from that. My father didn't. It really crushed him.

And my little sister died when she was 16.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her.

There's nothing that symbolizes loss or grief more than a mother losing a child.