Quotes About Loss

I could not do this, I realized, if I were immortal. This degree of love of life and of one another is granted, I saw for once and for ever, not to immortals, but to those who live briefly and always under the shadow of death and loss.

Life is brutal that way... the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.

Life is brutal that way Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.

Our apartment was filled with photos of us, notes I wrote to myself about us, holos of us on Hyperion, but Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you know. In the morning he would be an absolute stranger. By afternoon I began to believe what we'd had, even if I couldn't remember. By evening I'd be crying in his arms Ã¢â'¬Â¦ then, sooner or later, I'd go to sleep. It's better this way." Rachel

Crozier hurts to the cavity in the center of his self where he is sure his soul had resided until it floated away on a sea of whiskey over the decades.

I love life, Eleanor. It is that simple. Had I the choice, I would live forever, accepting pain and loss as my due and learning--across time--even to appreciate the sharp seasoning of this sadness.

Sol had spent his life willing the return of things unreturnable. He remembered the day he had come upon Sarai folding Rachel's toddler clothes and setting them in a box in the attic, and he recalled her tears and his own sense of loss for the child they still had but who was lost to them through the simple arrow of time. Sol

To lose all this forever is the essence of being human, my love.

They . . . are . . . so. . . sorry, " she whispered. "The machine brings back no . . . pictures . . . only the food and air and water. It is programmed . . . as you suggested, Dem Lia . . . to eliminate infestations. They are . . . so . . . so . . . sorry for the loss of Ouster life. They offer the suicide of . . . of their species . . . if it would atone for the destruction.

I am merely a poet dying far from home.

You'll have to ask him in the next life," said Sol tiredly. "He's dead.

For years I have carried on silent conversations with Siri, framing questions to myself for future discussion with her, and it suddenly strikes me with cold clarity that we will never again sit together and talk. An emptiness begins to grow inside me. Should

Life is brutal that way... the loss of irrevocable moments amid trivia and distraction.

My brother, he says. My brother is dead. And again he asks me to kill him. One more time before he falls to his knees and sobs. And i get it. I do. Because i have a brother too.

It wasn't scary. I mean, it was scary being in the dark and cold and everything, but when the lady, Mrs. Wilf, died, it was like everything had no beginning, and no end. Like we were lightyears away and here, all at the same time.

Moments appear like scattered puzzle pieces. What belongs to what? Where are the corners? I can hold only bits and pieces in my hands, and even these are suspect. I can't bring my parents close. It's not possible to sit them back down again and ask them: What happened? Did you ever love each other? When did you stop? Your legacy is a daughter who tries and tries to remember you.

grief—particularly the phenomenon known as complicated grief—runs its own course in its own time.

He was a husband. There is a name for what he is now. Widower. He had never fully appreciated, in all the years he took patients' medical histories, how it must feel to check that box.

Well then, said I, if God does not forsake me, of what ill consequence can it be, or what matters it, though the world should all forsake me, seeing on the other hand, if I had all the world, and should lose the favour and blessing of God, there would be no comparison in the loss?

Now I wished for my boy Xury, and the long boat with the shoulder of mutton sail, with which I sailed above a thousand miles on the coast of Africk; but this was in vain.

Ismét fiút szültem, pompás fiúcska lett, de csak két hónapig élt; mikor azonban leküzdöttem magamban a gyengéd anyai szeretetet, nem is bántam már annyira, hogy a fiúcska meghalt, hiszen mérhetetlen sok gonddal járt volna egy gyermek visszautazásunk során.

So sehen wir nie die wahren Vorteile unseres Zustandes, ehe wir die entgegenstehende Nachteile erfahren haben; wir lernen den Wert der Dinge erst dann kennen, wenn wir sie verloren haben!

It is incredible, if their account is to be depended upon, what a prodigious number of those creatures were destroyed. I think they talked of forty thousand dogs and five times as many cats; few houses being without a cat, some having several, sometimes five or six in a house.

Sadness] enforces a kind of reflective retreat from life's busy pursuits, and leaves us in a suspended state to mourn the loss, mull over its meaning, and, finally, make the psychological adjustments and new plans that will allow our lives to continue