Wife's Death Quotes

#1. What is the value of sticking a microphone in a man's face right after he has learned of his wife's death?

Jessica Savitch

#2. I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

J.G. Ballard

#3. I thought of the new stone, of my new wife, and of the newly buried white bones beneath us, and I felt that fate had made sport of us all.

Soseki Natsume

#4. I've been a lucky man. I've only faced one real tragedy: the death of my wife, Maggie, from cancer in 1995.

Charles Jencks

#5. I'll think nice things about my
wife, she looks so small there
under the blanket, a little
lump, that's all
(death, you take me first, please)
this lady needs a gentle space of
peace
without me).

Charles Bukowski

#6. One of the wonderful things about this glorious holiday trip I'm on is that I'm in public with people. It hasn't been inclined ... I don't know - something to do with the death of my wife. It's inclined to make me isolated.

Jeremy Brett

#7. I experienced the happiest moment of my life when you took me in your arms as your wife and pressed me to your heart; when I even think of that moment my heart beats madly and I have a terrible longing for you, and I think I would hug you to death if I had you here now.

Hannah Pakula

#8. Dreamers like your wife are limited, little Helldiver." She makes sure I don't speak.
"Understand that. The only power they have is in death. The harder they die, the louder
their voice, the deeper the echoes. But your wife served her purpose.

Pierce Brown

#9. Drunkenness - that fierce rage for the slow, sure poison, that oversteps every other consideration; that casts aside wife, children, friends, happiness, and station; and hurries its victims madly on to degradation and death.

Charles Dickens

#10. Might be that marriage was not the death of a woman and the end of her true self, but the unfolding of her. It might be that a woman could be a wife without having to cut the pride and the spirit out of herself. A woman might blossom into being a wife, not be trimmed down to fit.

Philippa Gregory

#11. The abrupt and sudden death of my wife has taken a severe emotional and psychic toll on me. On top of that, some people have stooped so low that they have tried to use my personal tragedy for their personal benefit.

Shashi Tharoor

#12. As David Zucker watched the casket of his late wife being lowered into the ground, he thought the worst must surely be over and it was time to start the slow healing process to begin life anew.

Phil Wohl

#13. We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

William Shatner

#14. Whilst the wolflets bayed,
A grave was made,
And then with the strokes of a silver spade,
It was filled to make a mound.
And for two cold days and three long nights,
The father tended that holy plot;
And stayed by where his wife was laid, In the grave within the ground.

Roman Payne

#15. But life, they said, means life. Dying inside.
The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil's wife
which made me worse. I howled in my cell.
If the Devil is gone then how could this be hell?

Carol Ann Duffy

#16. My wife Lucy was very sick for nearly three years prior to her death. At one time, I was in the hospital with her for six months.

Heber J. Grant

#17. Who set Rome on fire? The man we must admire. For killing his wife, and taking the life of mother and brother and so many others, while plucking his damnable lyre.

Paul L. Maier

#18. I love my wife to death. I mean my ex-wife.

Stewart Rahr

#19. Cling closer, closer, life to life, Cling closer, heart to heart; The time will come, my own wed Wife, When you and I must part! Let nothing break our band but Death, For in the world above 'Tis the breaker Death that soldereth Our ring of Wedded Love.

Gerald Massey

#20. Heaven deprives me of a wife who never caused me any other grief than that of her death.
[Fr., Le ciel me prive d'une epouse qui ne m'a jamais donne d'autre chagrin que celui de sa mort.]

Louis XIV

#21. Paris shook his head.Do you think I would teach just anyone to fight me to the death? I want you to be my wife. My one and only wife.

Anne Fortier

#22. When a woman thinks her husband is a fool, her marriage is over. They may part in one year or ten; they may live together until death. But if she thinks he is a fool, she will not love him again.

Philippa Gregory

#23. This is the last time I would ever visit the cemetery or my wife's grave, but I didn't want to expend too much effort in trying to remember it. As I said, this is the place where she's never been anything but dead. There's not much value in remembering that.

John Scalzi

#24. I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this man's wife lived on inside him.

Arthur Golden

#25. This is worse than death. Now i have to spend eternity with my nagging wife and mother-in-law. what did i do to deserve this?

John Corwin

#26. She represents the un-vowed aspiration of the male human being, his potential infidelity - and infidelity of a very special kind, which would lead him to the opposite of his wife, to the woman of wax whom he could model at will, make and unmake in any way he wished, even unto death.

Marguerite Duras

#27. on the fool's trip to save Paul. And for what? My fucking friend and his wife were dead. Maybe they would have been able to ride the damn thing out in their attic. Couldn't be worse, that's for sure. So we had potentially only forestalled my son's death and theirs.

Mark Tufo

#28. He thought of his wife, of his son, of his youth. He thought of life. He thought of death and then he thought of life again.

Teodor Flonta

#29. No, brother-in-law, you have passed a death sentence on your people and on your Queen, your wife, the woman you have vowed to protect. And do not think your child will escape me. I will search all eternity - I will never cease until the child of my sister dies.

Darren Simon

#30. Twenty years ago, two of the CIA's best double-agents had been murdered in their own home on Christmas Eve. The husband had been killed first, and the wife had been raped repeatedly before she'd been beaten to death. The two children were never found.

Katie Reus

#31. What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?

Jess Walter

#32. A wicked wife, a false friend, a saucy servant begets misery,
As living in a house with a serpent in it begets death surely.
[5] 1.5 Chanakya

Munindra Misra

#33. How utterly death separated the lover from the things he loved! Here by the cabin door he kicked the snow away, and sitting where she had fallen, he played a few of the melodies he had played during those few immortal weeks when they were man and wife.

Vardis Fisher

#34. Undoubtedly, on his death bed, at
that moment when, ever since Socrates, it has been proper to pronounce certain elevated words, he told
his wife, as one of my uncles told his, who
had watched beside him for twelve nights, I do not thank you, Therese; you have only done your
duty.

Jean-Paul Sartre

#35. We all had lots of stories of our sad experiences - they mourned the death of my wife with me - but we were hopeful that the children would return.

Otto Frank

#36. Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key!

Anais Nin

#37. And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself - more birds than women flocking round his body!

Homer

#38. There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

Ernest Hemingway,

#39. I have loved you with all my life, and you've agreed to be my loving wife. Now I'll forever cherish our vows in my heart,In sickness and in health, till death do us part.

Alon Calinao Dy

#40. Death isn't enough. It doesn't remove the stain. But a slap, a whiplash, square on the face, does. Because a man's face is as sacred as his mother or his wife.

Mario Vargas-Llosa

#41. These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone taking the time to write it all down. That Litvinoff had a wife who was so devoted is, to be frank, the only reason anyone knows anything about him at all.

Nicole Krauss

#42. The drink? Yes, I've had tough times in my life, especially the last year, regarding my ex-wife, my kids, I nearly broke my neck, I was on death row with pneumonia.

Paul Gascoigne

#43. I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death.

Heinrich Heine

#44. The tears in my eyes are now running down my cheeks at the thought that I have been his wife and his bedfellow, his companion and his duchess, and even now, though he is near to death, still he does not love me. He has never loved me. He never will love me.

Philippa Gregory

#45. Before him stood his wife, and he knew this image was the one that would pass before his eyes at his moment of death.

David Foenkinos

#46. When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed.

Milan Kundera

#47. Ah, a romantic." Danny leaned back, threading his fingers behind his head. "I used to be one, until my wife died. And then I was just pathetic.

Mary Jane Hathaway

#48. Choose a friend as thou dost a wife, till death separate you.

William Penn

#49. I myself and my wife - in order to escape the disgrace of deposition or capitulation - choose death. It is our wish to be burnt immediately on the spot where I have carried out the greatest part of my daily work in the course of a twelve years' service to my people.

Adolf Hitler

#50. Should I string her up or strangle her in bed, suffocate that venomous head? Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death. Listen, do me a favor, kill my wife.

Rod Stewart

#51. He knew that his father had finally run hard enough and long enough to wear down the frontiers between the worlds, he had run clear out of his skin and into the arms of his wife, to whom he had proved, once and for all, the superiority of his love. Some migrants are happy to depart.

Salman Rushdie

#52. Miles saw him as a grief-stricken recluse, hiding from the world while he mourned his dead wife. Maybe that was the way everyone saw him. But Annie's death had not created the condition; it had merely emphasized it.

Terry Brooks

#53. And every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.

Khaled Hosseini

#54. Learning is a friend on the journey; a wife in the house; medicine in sickness; and religious merit is the only friend after death.

Chanakya

#55. We were pressed against each other, a husband and wife bound together not by marriage, but by the harmony of our hearts. Death could not undo us, I'd learned. My hamsar was with me still. He would watch over us, my beloved husband, as we made our way into tomorrow.

Nadia Hashimi

#56. Should I rejoice in the inferiority of my fate?" - John Lockwood

Noorilhuda

#57. How cruel a life, that the sight of my dead wife means hope.

Pierce Brown

#58. We are Necromancers, born from the pools of hell and gifted with the touch of death. - Irisi, wife of Na'shir and Priestess of Death

Candace Knoebel

#59. To you, death does not simply end life. It steals away the sunsets you'll never see, the children you'll never hold, the wife you'll never love. It's frightening to almost lose your future, and it's heartbreaking to witness death snuff out other people's tomorrows.

Robert Liparulo

#60. Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death. Most of us have fear in one form or another; and where there is fear there is no intelligence.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

#61. I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.

Shannon Celebi

#62. Pak Karman hugged his wife's gravestone tightly. "You left without saying farewell!" The whole of the graveyard was ablaze with light.

Mohamed Latiff Mohamed

#63. For as much as I hate the cemetery, I've been grateful it's here, too. I miss my wife. It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her in all the places where she was alive.

John Scalzi

#64. There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.

Allan Dare Pearce

#65. During the war, there were people wishing me death, wishing my son death, wishing my wife death in very graphic ways. In the past, I would go overseas and I would say, "Israel is like my family: we disagree, but we're all brothers." I can't say that anymore, because life proves me wrong.

Etgar Keret

#66. Osama bin Laden ... lived in one house for, like, six years with three wives. And earlier today, they ruled his death was a suicide.

David Letterman

#67. A man must have something to grumble about; and if he can't complain that his wife harries him to death with her perversity and ill-humour, he must complain that she wears him out with her kindness and gentleness.

Anne Bronte

#68. Death's dry bones glowed with light in the erotic dark but he woke not nor felt the two warm bodies merge; the male worm then took heart and in his wife's ear whispered: With one sweet kiss, dear wife, we've conquered conquering Death!

Nikos Kazantzakis

#69. Death cut the strings that gave me life,
And handed me to Sorrow,
The only kind of middle wife
My folks could beg or borrow.

Countee Cullen

#70. Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

#71. Rick to Herschel: My wife is pregnant. That is either a gift here, or a death sentence out there.

The Walking Dead

#72. As far as my divorce goes, I love my family and I love my wife to death and I just don't know what tomorrow's going to bring.

Hulk Hogan

#73. Journalist: 'Have you received any death threats?' Harry Redknapp: 'Only from the wife when I didn't do the washing up!'.

Harry Redknapp

#74. (on Liam Neeson's coping with the death of his wife) ... It's been years and he continues to struggle each and every day, but he is honest with himself about how he feels and continues to work to find acceptance in heartbreak.

Huffington Post

#75. The embryo of my second novel, Bobby's Diner, came to life because of my husband's ex-wives. Let's just say, they inspired the writing.

Susan Wingate

#76. The dog leash was still tied tight around the oak tree in the back, stretched worn and limp across the green grass as if trying to escape to freedom; and he buried his wife without a tombstone. Where before, she sat most times in his home, licking her wounds.

Anthony Liccione

#77. As my wife you cannot refuse me. I have a right to you, as your betrothed husband. From now, till your death, you will never be able to refuse me. There can be no rape between us, only my rights and your duty.

Philippa Gregory

#78. He could not help knowing that when he thought of death, he thought with all the force of his intellect. He knew too that the brains of many great men, whose thoughts he had read, had brooded over death and yet knew not a hundredth part of what his wife and Agafea Mihalovna knew about it.

Leo Tolstoy

#79. And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.

Anita Shreve

#80. Nothing is free. Everything has to be paid for. For every profit in one thing, payment in some other thing. For every life, a death. Even your music, of which we have heard so much, that had to be paid for. Your wife was the payment for your music. Hell is now satisfied.

Ted Hughes