Death Of A Mother Quotes

“I wonder if my first breath was as soul-stirring to my mother as her last breath was to me”
― Lisa Goich-Andreadis, 14 Days: A Mother, A Daughter, A Two Week Goodbye

“I love these geese. They make my chest tight and full and help me believe that things will be all right again, that I will pass through this time as I have passed through other times, that the vast and threatening blank ahead of me is a mere specter, that life is lighter and more playful than I’m giving it credit for. But right on the heels of that feeling, that suspicion that all is not yet lost, comes the urge to tell my mother, tell her that I am okay today, that I have felt something close to happiness, that I might still be capable of feeling happy. She will want to know that. But I can't tell her. That's the wall I always slam into on a good morning like this. My mother will be worrying about me, and I can't tell her that I'm okay.

The geese don't care that I'm crying again. They're used to it.”
― Lily King, Writers & Lovers

“I chose not to lose my mom, and instead to gain an angel. In my mind, my heart, and my life, she is still completely present to this day -- and as wise, compassionate and stubborn as ever”
― Kevin Hart - I Can't Make This Up

“I never got to wash my mother's body when she died.
I return to take care of her in memory.
That's how I make peace when things are left undone.”
― Joy Harjo, An American Sunrise

“A cold winter night. I'm warm enough, yet I'm alone. And I realize that I'll 'have' to get used to existing quite 'naturally' within the solitude, functioning there, working there, accompanied by, 'fastened to' the "presence of absence.”
― Roland Barthes

“You breathe upon us now
through solid assertions
of yourself: teaspoons, goblets,
seas of carpet, a forest
of old plants to be watered
an old man in an adjoining
room to be touched and fed.
And all this universe
dares us to lay a finger
anywhere, save exactly
as you would wish it done.”
― Adrienne Rich

“you learned from a Korean poet in Seoul:
that one does not bury the mother's body
in the ground but in the chest, or--like you--

you carry her corpse on your back.”
― Natasha Trethewey, Monument: Poems New and Selected

“Waking, I am freighted
with memory: my mother's last words

spoken--after her death--in a dream:
Do you know what it means

to have a wound that never heals?”
― Natasha Trethewey, Monument: Poems New and Selected