Dead Parents Quotes

“It’s almost funny, in a tragic way, that the fiery thing at the center of my universe did die and that I, a girl whose name is synonymous with summer, am expected to live without it.”
― Emily Henry, A Million Junes

“How did your parents come to be "lost at sea", Moriarty?'

The professor paused, and said, 'Mysteriously, Moran.”
― Kim Newman, Professor Moriarty: The Hound of the D'Urbervilles

“Your Mom's Car. Think about that. Try to wrap your brain around the supernatural and spiritual implications that the name bears down you. Your Mom's Car, holding its hand out straight, fingers curled, a zombie reaching for your neck.”
― Dan Chaon, Ill Will

“Some days Artis had to remind himself that his dad actually existed, that his mother was not a phantom. Remembering the dead was hard work.”
― Janelle Monáe, The Memory Librarian: And Other Stories of Dirty Computer

“It seems blasphemous that my mother's death even existed in the same reality as those moments that subsequently came to define my youth; taking the long way home from Nixon's Corner so I could listen to Kid A twice, or poring over the lurid covers of horror paperbacks in a newly discovered corner of Foyle Street library. How is my mother's passing even part of the same universe that gave me the simple pleasures of ice cream after swimming lessons in William Street baths, or scenting the sun cream on girls' skin as they daubed polish on their outstretched, nonchalant nails. My life wasn't over from that point on. I'd laugh and cry and scream about borrowed jumpers, school fights, bomb scares, playing Zelda, teenage bands, primary-school crushes and yet more ice cream after yet more swimming lessons. I'd just be doing it without her. To some extent, I'd be doing it without a memory of her. The most dramatic moment of my life wasn't scored by wailing sirens, weeping angels or sad little ukuleles, nimbly plucked on lonely hillsides. Mammy's death was mostly signalled by tea, sandwiches, and an odd little boy in corduroy trousers, announcing it with a smile across his face.”
― Séamas O'Reilly, Did Ye Hear Mammy Died? A Memoir