Quotes About Loss

I guess that's just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

And I saw and still see everything that I do have, but no matter what, there is always the itch of what gets lost.

When you die, there's that much less breath to the world, and across continents someone supposedly separate gasps for air. When Marie, Joseph, peter, Moxi, Oscar, when I weep for you, don't forget I weep as well for me.

It should come as no surprise that this was so, that after years of illness my remission on that first drugged day – confusing, yes, portending loss, yes – was also a blessing, pure and simple. No, not a blessing, a redemption, both bright and blinding, heaven opening me up, letting me in. Good morning.

And I saw ans still see everything that I do have, but no matter what, there is always the itch of what gets lost.

2,668 people are still missing Nearly

The Children's Blizzard. Because at least one hundred of the people who died were schoolchildren

ever wanted. He loved the wild. He wanted to protect grizzlies. He would have understood that the grizzly was protecting her cubs. There were tracks everywhere. We should have known to stay away. My dad shouldn't have died that day. And those bears shouldn't have died, either.

Because at least one hundred of the people who died were schoolchildren.

Miles was still mourning the loss of his Romantic Plan. 'There was going to be champagne, and oysters, and you' -- he held out both hands as though shifting a piece of furniture -- 'were going to be sitting there, and I was going to get down on one knee, and...and...

The hapless accountant Antonio de Coca was merely deprived of his rank.

The previous circumnavigation came to a tragic conclusion fifty-five years earlier

As soon as they had abandoned ship, Santiago broke up, and the storm carried away all her life-sustaining provisions

San Antonio, and all her crew, had vanished.

only 67 ships and ten thousand men survived, and many of those survivors perished as they tried to return to Spain.

Finally, I will never forget stopping near a lovely young girl still strapped to her seat, breathing slightly. Her blouse was white, her slacks were blue. At the end of the trousers were two snow-white ankle bones where her feet used to be. I had never seen the whiteness of bones that are freshly exposed like that.

He saw at least a dozen people still in their seats. Their clothes were torn or blown or burned from their bodies, "completely naked in front, missing limbs, missing faces, some breathing, some moaning, and others just deader than a door nail.

To lose everything at such a glorious eternity is far sweeter than to win by plodding through a cautious, painless, featureless life.

grieving is an important element in the reconnection process. Grief is how human beings come to terms with irrevocable loss.

To have—to hold—and—in time—let go!

It's better to have loved and lost than to have to do forty pounds of laundry a week.

There was no fatal illness, only the exhaustion of endless grieving.

We lose the right of complaining sometimes, by denying something, but this often triples its force.