Quotes About Loss

His father's funeral was a memory of darkness and mourning. He remembered sitting between his mother and his Uncle Keith on the bench in the church. They'd brought in the preacher from Friendly, California, Reverend Forbes; a skinny, stick of a man with wavy hair and wild eyes. He'd glared at them from the front of the church as if they'd all been caught masturbating in a closet, not like a man of God who was troubled over the loss of a fallen comrade.

Sometimes you know that no one can replace the person you love, and your heart will never be the same.

I could picture how Caprice was before we lost her. Dark hair, beautiful smile, intelligent hazel eyes, quick wit. Now gone. Just gone. Like a chessboard where suddenly one of the knights disappeared. A blank spot on the board of life that could never truly be replaced because no two things were alike, no two beings alike.

Worse than seeing a spider is suddenly no longer seeing that spider.

...if I lose at play, I blaspheme, and if my fellow lose, he blasphemes, so that God is always sure to be a loser.

Love is a four-letter word.

Abracadabra, thus we learn The more you create, the less you earn. The less you earn, the more you're given, The less you lead, the more you're driven, The more destroyed, the more they feed, The more you pay, the more they need, The more you earn, the less you keep, And now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to take If the tax-collector hasn't got it before I wake.

Time more than flies. It tramples. It loots. It mugs.

Time is the only thief we can't get justice against.

It's a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it's a depression when you lose your own.

A great war leaves the country with three armies — an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.

War. The dark time of valour, loss and hope where a man is controlled by his gun; where a gun is controlled by his hatred. Completely uncontrollable.

O! how many ghosts in a wound of war.

Semyón Semyónovich Medvedénko: "Why do you always wear black?" Máshenka: "I'm in mourning for my life...."

I like my new telephone, my computer works just fine, my calculator is perfect, but Lord, I miss my mind!

When one of my plants dies, I die a little inside too.

The saddest three words in the English language: "Rest in peace."

I think when loved ones die, we absorb something from them that makes us who we are so we can continue on.

Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.

Perhaps they are not stars but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

When you're shivering with loss, let love keep you warm with memories.

Whenever you lose a loved one, even though your heart feels empty, always remember that it is still full — of love and thankfulness and memories.

Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.

There is nothing lonelier than a cat who has been loved, at least for a while, and then abandoned on the side of the road.