Out of the ashes of Sara Whitehead rose Melissa Stern. Out of the ashes of Mary Beth Whitehead, there were pieces lost.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
The fate of the singers who, like my songs, went up in flame was also the fate of the books which I later wrote. All of them went up in flame to Heaven in a fire which broke out one night at my home in Bad Homburg as I lay ill in a hospital.
A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her.
I certainly couldn't have written 'Angela's Ashes' when my mother was alive, because she would have been ashamed.
Losing my daughter was a very serious pain. There was always some empty space in my heart.
On the page, 'Gone Girl' was a literary game: a tennis match of alternating chapters from Nick and Amy, with the reader offering to take each character's side every few pages.
That was all Rose, and Rose knew what she was doing. Her main thing was story.
Left love behind many years ago. Now it rests under a cross in the cemetery in Tombstone.
The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.
All that remains is the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters.