Quotes About Loss

To lose love is a terrible thing," Mom said softly. "But to turn away from it is unbearable. Will you spend the rest of your life replaying it in your head? Wondering if you walked away too soon or too easily? Or if you'll ever love anyone that deeply again?

I stand up feeling my new role. I am a motherless daughter now, a sisterless woman. There is no one left of the family I was born into; there is only the family I have made. My mother is in all of us, though especially in me, and the dreams of my father to, so it is my job to be all of us now.

Grief had become her silent sidekick. She felt its shadow beside her all the time.

Her father was dying. Nothing could change that. Words were like pennies, fallen into corners and down the cracks, not worth the effort of collecting.

People left, and if you loved too deeply, too fiercely, their swift and sudden absence could chill you to the soul.

But he wasn't that man anymore. He had lost too much, and in his loss, he'd thrown more away.

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not; rather find strength in what remains behind. —WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, ODE:

A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep in her bones. This I know now.

Once you'd learned how bad life could go, and how quickly, you tried to protect those who remained.

I do," she said quietly, stung by the sudden thought that without him, no one would know her that well.

What do I do without you?" Elsa tried to smile but couldn't. She was too tired. Too weak. "You live, Loreda," she whispered. "And know Ã¢â'¬Â¦ every single second Ã¢â'¬Â¦ how much I loved you." Find your voice and use it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ take chances Ã¢â'¬Â¦ never give up.

Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps. They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

What will we be without him?" Meredith whispered, clinging to her. "Less," was all Nina could think of to say.

Stop thinking about what you've lost, and think about what you have left.

Love had turned into loss and she'd pushed it away, but somehow, impossibly, a bit of that love had remained. A girl's love for her father. Immutable. Unbearable but unbreakable.

They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

A better mother would shape that anger into loss and then, at least, into the kind of memory of love one can sustain, but Vianne was too empty to be a good mother right now. She could think of no words that weren't a lie or useless.

I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and lost. At least that I will be forgiven. I

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost." She

It didn't matter how you lost a parent or how great or shitty that parent was, a kid grieved forever.

I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and lost. At least that I will be forgiven.

Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeon's blade.

Nina lowered the camera slowly, feeling naked suddenly, vulnerable. Without that thin layer of a glass lens, she was here instead of there, looking at her father, who was dying.

her daughter was here, with her, inside of her. She'd always been here, even when Jude was too broken to look for her. But it was time now to say, "Good-bye, baby Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I love you." For the first time in years, she believed that her daughter could hear her.