Quotes About Loss

I think back to my father, and the fact that the dead are the only extinguished lights we can never really see again.

Run faster" was an elegant strategy with only a single problem: by some key metrics, the U.S. wasn't running faster, it was losing ground. Hardly anyone in government bothered to do the analysis

There are times in people's lives when a significant event occurs and they're not aware of it—the last time you pick up a son before he's too heavy, the final kiss of a marriage gone bad, the view of a beloved landscape you'll never see again. Weeks later, I realized those were Dad's last words to me.

I don't miss my father, but without his shackles to strain against, the world is terrifying and vast. I have lost a kind of purpose, a reason to prove myself.

No one ever really dies as long as they took the time to leave us with fond memories.

You know people say the dead look peaceful, like they're sleeping? I guess it depends on how you die, because Eric's eyes were open. He was looking right at me, and he was scared. My cousin died in terrible pain.

I dreamt of Eric, in his Filas, chilling against his sister's car. Then I dreamt of him on the ground, wanting to talk, but with nothing left to say.

I've witnessed a lot of young people dying, mostly from gunshot wounds. Ain't no bravery like in the movies. Everybody cries when they realize it's the end. Everybody.

Maybe he's finally seeing what he lost." "Maybe." All of Harper's doubts were in that word. "Anyway, I've got to say he's the cutest cop I've ever seen." Bonnie handed her the change. "Me, too." Harper gave her a melancholy smile. "But, I broke him last year and I don't know how to fix him.

Harold Bloom weeps for me.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

We don't even know that we're dealing with one of these masters of Darkness until we become physically ill, lose our friends, our jobs, our incomes, our fertile years, and eventually even our self-esteem and dignity.

After the first miscarriage, I tried to take the attitude that it was my body's way of telling me that this pregnancy wasn't meant to be.

We decided to try in vitro, because both Peter and I felt we couldn't handle another failure. When I miscarried after that, we had to come to terms with the possibility that this wasn't meant to be.

she hadn't just lost everything. After all, she had her health (which was actually saying quite a lot for a second grade teacher during flu season) and she had relative youth, though she was on the downhill slide to thirty. But she no longer had her luggage and she didn't have her purse. Meaning she had no clothes, no shoes, no undies, no toiletries, no ID, no credit card, not even a ChapStick. She glanced down at her

I learned long ago that loss is not only probable but inevitable. I know what it means to lose everything, to let go of one life and find another. And now I feel, with a strange, deep certainty, that it must be my lot in life to be taught that lesson over and over again.

My entire life has felt like chance. Random moments of loss and connection. This is the first one that feels, instead, like fate.

I am not glad she is dead, but I am not sorry she is gone.

It is a terrible thing to find the love of your life.... You know too well what you're missing when it's gone.

I learned long ago that loss is not only probably but inevitable.

Each moment of loss, she has come to believe, contains within it the possibility of a new life. When the unimaginable happens, and your life changes irrevocably, you may find along with the pain a kind of grace. And in the place of certainty and fear—the fear of losing what you had—you are left with something startling: a depth of empathy, a quivering sensitivity to the world around you, and the unexpected blessing of gratitude for what remains.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find...

If you're disorganized, you risk losing everything.

And anyway, how do you talk about losing everything?