Quotes About Loss

And, for her father, it seemed as if it were a home-like, comfortable thought to him, that her mother had one of her children with her. He called her the first link of his Daisy Chain drawn up out of sight; and, during the quiet days that ensued, he seemed as it were to be lifted above grief, dwelling upon hope.

A Quoi Bon Dire" Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say Good-bye too; And everybody sees that I am old But you. And one fine morning in a sunny lane Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear That nobody can love their way again, While over there You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.

There is something horrible about a flower; This, broken in my hand, is one of those He threw it in just now; it will not live another hour; There are thousands more; you do not miss a rose

All this counting and measuring of nanoparticles, each one thirty-billionths of a metre. She had been trying to measure how much of herself she had lost, had been waiting for the possibility of splendour, waiting to understand why she had given herself, so completely, away. She would not wait anymore. She

Except for the memories of his daughter and his son it was already as though he had never existed.

L'arbre tombe feuille à feuille : si les hommes contemplaient chaque matin ce qu'ils ont perdu la veille, ils s'apercevraient bien de leur pauvreté.

The first "young man" symbolizes "saving life and losing it," the second "losing life to save it." At this stage in the story, however, without knowing the end, the episode of the young man represents a mystery. All we know is that everything has gone sour.

Even the most blatant assholes seemed to function in a state of grace when confronted with the brutal loss of a loved one. They moved through the world differently than other people. When they looked at you, you had the feeling that they were really seeing you. Their entire universe was just this one thing, this one event, this one loss. They seemed, for a few weeks, to have things in perspective. Then the inconsequential shit of their lives would start to seep back in.

I had seen people who had lost everything and everyone they loved to war, famine, and natural disasters.

When you walked out that door I swore that I didn't care But I lost every thing, darlin', then and there

He comes to us in the brokenness of our health, in the shipwreck of our family lives, in the loss of all possible peace of mind, even in the very thick of our sins. He saves us in our disasters, not from them. . . . He meets us all in our endless and inescapable losing. —ROBERT FARRAR CAPON (1925–), American priest and author

Every affair is a fairy tale or a tragedy.

But of course, Libby didn't grow up. She died in Salmon Bay instead. Supposedly.

Libby was dead. Princess X disappeared. May lost her best friend again, and again, and again.

I'm terribly sad about Farrah's passing. She was incredibly brave, and God will be welcoming her with open arms.

Nunca sabrás lo bien que me ha hecho conocerte-dijo-.Jamás tendré oportunidad de llevarte al cine, ni de invitarte a caminar por la playa, ni de hacerte el amor, pero todos los días agradezco a Dios haberte tenido en mi vida por un tiempo. Eso es un milagro, Jean.

day I had them in my life was a gift. I would never have wished them away, just so I wouldn't have had to go through the pain of losing them. That

There's nothing more frustrating than being in pain over the loss of a candidate and finding yourself surrounded by people ten years younger who are already married.

My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.

the death of my mother was the thing that made me believe the most deeply in my safety: nothing bad could happen to me, I thought. The worst thing already had.

Small things such as this have saved me: how much I love my mother—even after all these years. How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. So is yours. You are not grieving your son's death because his death was ugly and unfair. You're grieving it because you loved him truly. The beauty in that is greater than the bitterness of his death.

I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.

There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

We love and care for oodles of people, but only a few of them, if they died, would make us believe we could not continue to live. Imagine if there were a boat upon which you could put only four people, and everyone else known and beloved to you would then cease to exist. Who would you put on that boat? It would be painful, but how quickly you would decide: You and you and you and you, get in. The rest of you, goodbye.