Quotes About Loss

The Lakota unburdened themselves of hair, of fingers, cut into their flesh to temporarily escape the grief of a loved one's death. I saw this on A Man Called Horse and in Dances with Wolves. But as far as I knew, no one in my immediate family had ever done this. My mother was worth far more than a hank of hair. She was worth my spine. My eyes. My womb.

The last time I ever saw Jeff alive, he gave me a gift - an hourglass. And it took over two decades later for the symbolism to finally dawn on me: an hourglass, gifted from a young man with one foot planted in the next world. His time was running out. Even the hourglass he gifted me appeared to have been stolen - I imagine from the desktop of one of the school classrooms he was hired to clean. Not borrowed time but stolen.

It was the heart of any true moment of decadence: the knowledge that an epoque is already slipping from us, inexorably, even in the moment of its glory.

It was the heart of any true moment of decadence: the knowledge that an époque is already slipping from us, inexorably, even in the moment of its glory.

How easily it can all be washed away. Power, happiness, even life itself. It only takes an instant, a single unguarded instant. And it's gone.

Alzheimer's may

It's sad knowing that after something happens, every option to change the past is gone.

When you're 6 or 7, your father becomes this wonderful presence in your life. I really responded to my father. And then, the very moment I realized that I loved him unconditionally, that life was going to be great just because he was in it, he was gone.

Doesn't seem right, does it? A split second to lose him and a lifetime to grieve over him.

Hear that, Mr. De Pfeffel Cantab or whatever your name is? That's the sound of the villa in the South of France you could have bought crumbling to dust.

She stood and pointed at the president with her pen. "How many men do you expect to lose?" The president leaned into the podium. "Our military is in such incredible fighting condition that I actually expect to gain men…. Next question!…

I think quite a lot of people have a friendship or a love that's gone like that and it never quite reconciles properly.

Without her, he was blind, deaf, and dumb.

If you're a father of a child who dies, it's an experience that never leaves you. It scars you forever and ever and ever. And so when I do any kind of story with somebody who's in the same position as my daughter was, there's no question that something comes out of me and embraces that story in a way that only a father who lost a child could.

Nobody likes a child to die or losing an election.

After losing Dad, there was the idea that none of us have forever. It really affects you. It makes you want to live each day as if it's your last.

Robert Mapplethorpe asked me to write our story the day before he died. I had never written a book of nonfiction, and so it took me almost two decades to write that book.

By deafness one gains in one respect more than one loses; one misses more nonsense than sense.

When we assume that 'normal' people need 'time to heal,' or discourage individuals from making any decisions until a year or more after a loss, as some grief counselors do, we may be giving inappropriate advice. Such advice can cause people who feel ready to move on to wonder if they are hardhearted.

I remember my second game for England - we lost 2-0 to Norway, I was subbed and didn't do myself justice and I thought that was the end of my England career.

Nostalgia is always doomed and dooming.

Nostalgia is, 'Hey, remember the other mall that used to be there?'

There are not many things that can happen much worse to a family than having a member taken and not knowing what happened to them.

'The Notebook' was beautiful, and I was crying because its hero and heroine had died together.