Quotes About Loss

Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it is gone, nothing is whole again.

Every one of us has lain down for a reason that was not love.

All Olive wanted was to see this day. That was all she ever asked for and she's not here to experience it. You're home and we're sitting here eating other women's food. I know the Lord has a plan, but this isn't right.

I mourned as though I had miscarried. My body apparently was fertile soil, but my life was not.

I try and calm myself, remember that I've lived alone before. Sleeping by myself didn't kill me then and will not kill me now. But this is what loss has taught me of love. Our house isn't simply empty, our home has been emptied.

Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it's gone, nothing is whole again.

FOR NORMAL PEOPLE, TALKING ABOUT THE LOST WOULD PUT OUT THE FIRE, BUT FOR ME IT WAS LIKE KEROSENE, GASOLINE AND A BLAST OF PURE OXYGEN

emptied. Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it's gone, nothing is whole again.

what loss has taught me of love. Our house isn't simply empty, our home has been emptied.

there should be a word for this, the way it feels to steal something that's already yours.

What's up, Roy?" "Well . . ." He looked up at the sun, not bothering to shield his eyes. "I got locked up for a crime I didn't commit, and when I get home, my wife has hooked up with my boy.

Our house isn't simply empty, our home has been emptied. Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it's gone, nothing is whole again.

But this is what loss has taught me of love. Our house isn't simply empty, our home has been emptied. Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it's gone, nothing is whole again.

As we made our way to the grave, I marveled at how a town so small had accumulated so many dead.

But I recognized them by the ambition that clung to their skins like spicy cologne, the slight breeze of power that stirred the air, and finally, a mourning that left my mouth tasting of ash.

I kissed her finger near the base, where my ring once rested. "Georgia," I said, beginning a sentence I couldn't bear to complete. "I tried," she began. "Shhh . . . Just sleep, Georgia. Just sleep." But neither of us closed our eyes against the immeasurable dark of that silent night.

After a few miles, the hearse led the small processional down a bumpy, unpaved road. The jostling unlocked something in Roy Senior, who said, "I love Olive in ways

Abandonment doesn't have the sharp but dissipating sting of a slap. It's like a punch to the gut, bruising your skin and driving the precious air from your body.

Lloro mi perdida juventud, mis esperanzas y mis sueños, el espectro de una promesa muerta, los años enguirnaldados en los que yo creí que la vida tenía algún significado. ¿Cómo pueden soportar los otros hombres esta carga?

Barra, a research firm, did a study of market impact cost and found that a stock fund with $500 million in assets and a turnover rate of 80 to 100 percent could lose 3 to 5 percent a year to market impact costs.

Experiments have determined that at the emotional level, we feel the pain of a $100 loss twice as much as we enjoy the benefit of a $100 gain. Consequently, many people once burned by a stock market loss vow to never invest in it again. As Mark Twain said, "A cat who sits on a hot stove will never sit on a hot stove again, but he will probably never sit on a cold one either.

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

You have people come into your life shockingly and surprisingly. You have losses that you never thought you'd experience. You have rejection and you have learn how to deal with that and how to get up the next day and go on with it.

This is the second-worst thing that's ever happened to these orphans in their lives.