Quotes About Loss

I'm going to write to you about the emptiness that was left when you took my boy away. I'm going to write so you can look into my empty life and see what a human boy really is from the shape of the hole he leaves behind. I want you to feel that hole in your heart and stroke it with your hands and cut your fingers on its sharp edges.

There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.

When death comes you do not stay for one minute in the place it has visited. Many things arrive after death-sadness, questions, and policemen- and none of these can be answered when your papers are not in order.

It was depression that killed Andrew, of course - depression and guilt. But my son didn't believe in death, let alone in the capacity of mere emotions to cause it.

You ever wonder why an East Eng girl like me hasn't got much in the way of family? Well here's the reasons Petra. World War 1. World War 2. Falklands War. Gulf War 1. Gulf War 2 and the War on Drugs. You can take your pick because I've lost whole bloody chunks of my family in all of them.

The mourners clustered around the edge of the grave, paralyzed by the horror of this thing, this first discovery of death that was worse than the death itself.

Tom wouldn't want us to be sad. I took crocuses to his grave this morning. I arranged them as best I could, and then I came home.....One does not rise above the everyday simply because one ought to. In the end I suppose we lay flowers on a grave because we cannot lay ourselves on it.

With this girl – girl three in the queue – her story had made her so sad that she did not know the name of the place where she was at and she did not want to know. The girl was not even curious.

We looked as if we'd been cobbled together in Photoshop, the three of us, walking to my husband's funeral. One white middle-class mother, one skinny black refugee girl, and one small Dark Knight from Gotham City.

You could have lost your gloves in the fog and found them half an hour later, still suspended in the air at wrist height.

The gasoline flowing through the pump made a high pitched sound, as if the screaming of my family was still dissolved in it" [p.181].

He thought of Tom dancing with the girl, and he was happy. Sleep came, finally, with the music swelling into the vacuum in his mind where there had been only that high, thin whining. The gramophone spun and he slept, with the letter still in his hand. He had kissed Duggan as he was dying. It had seemed the only thing to do.

We were joined by what happened on the beach. Getting rid of her would be like losing a part of me. It would be like shedding a finger, or a name. I wasn't going to let that happen again.

did not cry when they killed my sister but I did cry when I heard the music coming out of the soldiers' truck because I was thinking, That is my sister's favorite song and she will never hear it again.

There was no ritual when one fell apart, society preferring to wait until one was lost entirely. The

From my country you have taken its future, and to my country you have sent the objects from your past. We do not have the seed, we have the husk.

I wasn't going to get such a nice car - I was going to get a cute little hybrid or something, keep the trees happy - but then my grandfather died, and it was all: retail therapy!

A student asked me recently why somebody always dies in my books. I said, because somebody is always dying in my life.

Lincoln confessed that leaving Springfield was affecting him more deeply than anyone could imagine, a sadness felt more acutely because of a stubborn premonition that he would never return alive.

Everyone in this house has been shocked by Henry's death,

You may forsake a person, a family, some location of the heart, but scars and memories cannot be discarded like used clothing.

We grasp at symbols, talismans, triggers of association to what's forever gone.

Last week at school Pam Struger wondered why the brilliant girls all die.

This is the saddest place on Earth," I say. "Take it from a rat, kid--there are lots of saddest places on Earth.