Quotes About Loss

Get what?" she asked, but she didn't want to hear. "That every time we kiss, it's good-bye.

The tiny footprints of their reconciliation—that one kiss—had been lost in the rubble of her grief.

That every time we kiss, it's good-bye.

The first week without Jolene almost drove Michael into the ground. He'd had no idea how much there was to do around the house and with the kids.

June slipped away from Michael; days fell like rain, disappearing in the ground at his feet.

She couldn't breathe. Her own heart kept skipping beats, unreliable now that her father's had stopped. Please, God, please don't take him. Not yet Ã¢â'¬Â¦

hinterlands of a broken family.

Pagaliau Izabel? pratr?ko verkti išraudodama visk?-skausm?,netekt?,baim? ir pykt?, kar?, tai,k? jis padar? jai, k? padar? jiems visiems, blogio pažinim?,kurio jau niekada nebenusikratys, stovykloje patirt? siaub? ir pastang? išgyventi klaikum?.

If there was one central lesson of her life, it was this: people leave. Parents. Lovers. Friends.

He is my home," her mother said, shaking her head. "How will I live without him?

Agora sei o que é importante, e não é o que eu perdi. São as minhas lembranças. Feridas cicatrizam. O amor perdura. Nós continuamos.

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: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

Sometime around three in the morning, she got out of bed and went to the porch, where she sat wrapped in a blanket, staring at little beyond the vapor of her own breath. But it wasn't cold enough to numb her grief.

Ä°nsanlar giderdi ve eÄŸer çok derinden, ÅŸiddetle severseniz onlar?n ani ve h?zl? gidiÅŸleri ruhunuzun derinliklerine kadar ürpermenize neden olurdu.

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost." She clinked her glass against Mom's.

The world could tumble, change radically in two days, with just one less person living in it

We remember the missing as much as the lost.

There will be days -- even years from now -- when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away.

what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds

she'd let weakness in, and loss and regret, and those emotions had tainted her view of herself, but her love had run deep and been honest. Her biggest failure had been an inability to love herself as well as she'd loved her family.

If there was one thing she'd learned in all of this, it was that life—and love—can be gone any second. When you had it, you needed to hang on with all your strength and savor every second.

Examination was the only solace. Instead of looking away from heartache, you needed to crawl inside of it, wear it like a warm coat on a cold day. There was peace in loss, beauty in death, freedom in regret. She had learned that the hard way.

KH: My new novel, Night Road

I look like any other girl my age, but I am different from most. A survivor. There is no way to forget what we went through in the Great Depression or to unlearn the lessons of hardship. Even though I am only eighteen, I remember my childhood as a time of loss.