Quotes About Loss

a dozen funeral pyres were ablaze at the same time. Black smoke the color of despair rose from those pyres.

I stayed alive for you, and you. But you killed me anyway.

People search in vain forever to find what we've got. I don't know shit about anything, Jenna, and I might be inexperienced, but I know you'll never love anyone like you love me.' 'I won't she,' she whispered. 'And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamn fantasy. I must've never really had you at all.

After I accidentally broke my arm, and my foster mom…" He paused, jaw working. "When I survived the crash on the way to the hospital and my foster mom didn't, I started breaking my arm on purpose. Drinking all day. And I decided that I didn't deserve good things.

When we were together I felt like someone else had stolen all your smiles before me

Do you think we'll ever get over it?" asked Eric. "I know that I'll never be over you. But maybe that's okay. Maybe I'll meet someone that I can love in a different way, and be happy.

I just keep waiting for it not to hurt so bad. Every time I meet a woman, I want her to be you. And these sweet, pretty, smart girls fail so miserably. There's nothing wrong with them; they're just not you. You know that 'other half' people spend their life looking for? I already found her. She's somewhere watching Inside the Actor's Studio and eating yellow Skittles without me. I know who she is. But I can't have her.

won't," she whispered. "And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamned fantasy. I must've never really had you at

Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.

The days will always be brighter because he existed. The nights will always be darker because he's gone.

Don't do this to me, Eliza. Please. I need you." I looked at Paul. He was crying. "You don't need me," I said, wondering whether or not I believed it. He gripped my face and kissed me. But it was a hard, painful kiss. A severe and bitter kiss. A kiss that seemed so black, so final, it was like death. "Happy fucking Birthday.

Because a soul never truly loses hope until hope has turned to ashes, or has been buried six feet underground.

Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see LOVE- not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing. I'd known for a long time that LOVE had a sound, but after Adam left, I wasn't sure it had a face and body too.

And no matter what anybody says about grief, and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken. It

there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

The minute Jacob learned his father's life had become what, in relation to him it had been all along, an apparition, is when I saw desire begins to fade from his eyes. Jacob searched harder than ever for meaning in his being. His body had been orphaned long before, but this time, Thomas Doorley had taken his soul. Because a soul never truly loses hope until hope has turned to ashes, or has been buried six feet underground.

Our love became a casualty of my family tree

I didn't know if he was crying for what he'd lost, or for what he'd never had, but there was a beauty in his tears that moved me more than I could ever explain with words—a beauty in the honesty of his sadness, in the grace of it's purity. It was holy water raining down from the clouds in his eyes, falling to the sand then being carried back to the source from which it came—his blessed sea.

My soul is withering.

no matter what anybody says about grief, and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

Desperately wanting to communicate with someone who no longer exists is essentially a lesson in gravity. No matter how hard you try to overcome it, it will always pull you down.

I want to stumble across something on the sidewalk and pretend she dropped it: a flower petal, a scarf. And then I want to set it on fire.

It was something I thought about all the time: how death changes every remaining moment for those still living.

one thing you learn by losing someone is to seize the moment.