Quotes About Loss

Parabatai. A cruel sort of bond, he thought, that made one person out of two people, and left such devastation when half was gone.

People fell in love, and lost, and moved on. He didn't know why he couldn't. He didn't know why he didn't even want to. All he knew was that whatever he had to owe to Hell or Heaven for this chance, he was going to make it count.

But the soul, the spirit that made her Livvy was no longer there: It was something that had gone away to a far and untouchable place, even as Julian ran his hands over her hair again and again and begged her to wake up and look at him just one more time. High above the Council Hall, the golden clock began to chime the hour.

Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart.

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

One of the most painful aspects of the war was that the bereaved were left without a body to bury. Almost half the British dead were posted Missing, leaving their families with the agonized hope that they might one day return – alternating with the bitter knowledge that their remains were lost in the mud of France.

How is your woman taking this?" Warrior asked. "Her heart is on the ground." Warrior sighed. "This is bad, Hunter, very bad. Her mother? Her father? She will never forgive this." Hunter increased his pace, growing more concerned by the second that he had left Loretta alone. "She has no choice. We have said words, yes? She is my woman." "But Red Buffalo killed her parents!" "She is still my woman.

The wind brushed her cheeks, catching his name and carrying it away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and sobbed, her gaze fixed on the rise. She would never again look at the horizon without seeing him outlined there.

God gave us tears to wash away the pain. It's okay to cry, even if you're a guy, because there's no shame in loving people and feeling really sad when you lose them. Every tear tells the world how much you cared.

Did she know she took with her a little bit of his heart?

Hunter. If he was alive, Loretta knew he would come after her. And he had to be alive. She couldn't bear it if he wasn't. Life without him was inconceivable. She prayed as she had never prayed in her life, ceaselessly, with all her heart--for a man she had once hated.

Who was the bravest: the one who sacrificed his life, or the one who stayed behind to do the mourning? And taking it a step further, who was the strongest?

the place seemed different without him, bare of personality. Last night she had again confronted herself, and the knowledge that she was letting herself down by even thinking the way she did and had again brought forth the rejoinder: what real harm could there be in thinking because all she would ever have of him were thoughts, She would never give herself away and so who was to know what she thought.

And so, now you know why I nearly ate you up the day you landed on the doorstep in the rain. I was lonely. I look back an' I know I've been lonely every day since Willie died. But from the minute you stepped into the kitchen, as I told you, me life seemed to change. Lad, if you walked out the morrow and I never saw you again, the memory of these last few weeks, waitin' for you comin

He looks troubled, then slowly nods. "I suppose I have. Grief and loss, they help you focus on what's really important. They make you more aware of all the anguish and the sorrow in the world, make you face up to it, because otherwise they lurk inside you your whole life." "So you suffered as you pursued your goal. But all of us suffer. Sorrow and anguish are knit into the fabric of life itself. No one has the market on it.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams.

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

So it was that my life passed from the joyous realm of heaven to the choking and inescapable tortures of hell.

We lose those we love. Such is the nature of life.

After the break up of the municipality and the loss of his income my father lost health and spirits.

And I have to tell you, as tough as farming is, the idea of farming when you're losing money year after year... that's not life even, that's like death. That's eternal damnation.

Everyone dies, and yet it's unendurable. There is so much love inside of us. How do we become worthy of it? And, then, where does it go? A worldwide crescendo of grief, sustained day after day, and only one tiny note of it is mine.

It's the anticipation I can't handle. Loss lurks around every corner, and how do we prepare?

I guess it's hard for people who are so used to things the way they are - even if they're bad - to change. 'Cause they kind of give up. And when they do, everybody kind of loses.