Jonathan Tropper Quotes

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself.

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Each time a friend dies, the present becomes the past, in an instant.

My father died very suddenly at sixty-three. Just dropped dead. For a long time afterward, I'd ask myself, Why didn't I ask him to play golf more? Why didn't I spend more time with him? But when you're off trying to get the brass ring, you forget and overlook those little things. It gives you a certain amount of regret later on, but there's nothing you can do about it. So you just forge on.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

After a while I started to think of that as an image of something that went a lot deeper than the dead dog, which is you can't bring back anything to life.

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

If there's anything you want to ask your parents, ask them before they go, because once they go, they're gone.

I don't believe in the afterlife, so I do think when somebody passes, it's worthy of note.

I envy the dead.

The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.

My father died when I was only five years old, and that was the moment when I learned a cruel lesson that tomorrow, in fact, might not be another day.

Someone who is about to die does not mourn the dead.

Every so often, we all gaze into the abyss. It's a depressing fact of life that eventually the clock expires; eventually the sand in the hourglass runs out. It's the leaving behind of everything that matters to us that hurts the most.

No one wants life to end. It was bad enough when my last tour came to an end.

I thought of my father and felt a deep sorrow that he should no longer be alive, and that I could not go to him and tell him that I had been awarded the Nobel Prize. I knew that no one would have been happier than he to hear this.

One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

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

With the death of my father, it wasn't just the objects of everyday life that had changed; even the most ordinary street scenes had become irreplaceable mementos of a lost world whose every detail figured in the meaning of the whole.

I kept quiet, but the knowledge gathered like a storm. I could see the future: My father wasn't coming back. And this one fact seemed to point to other facts and others still: Love frays and humans fail, time passes, eras end.

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.