Quotes About Loss

I couldn't have imagined how much more there was to lose.

No substitute for the living, perhaps, but I wasn't given a choice. I could take solace in their presence or I could fall down in a heap, lamenting what I'd lost. The ghosts whispered to me, telling me to go on.

Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the end of the song most of us are crying. I am too, though I still don't know what those stars are meant to represent. My mistake, I suppose, is in thinking they should mean something.

I am ninety-one years old, and almost everyone who was once in my life is now a ghost. Sometimes these

Christina Baker Kline

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

FLOWERS FADE, FREEZE in an early frost, wither on the vine. Trees burst into flame and burn themselves out. Leaves crumble to ash.

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

As I watch her pine casket descend...I try to envision the reunion of a frail eighty year old woman with her decades younger husband and their three sons and am left with the lingering feeling that the places we go in our minds to find comfort have little to do with where our bodies go

My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.

Mathinna remembered what her mother had said about thinking of yourself as the thread of a necklace, the people and places you treasure as the shells. Maybe Wanganip and Hazel were saying the same thing: that if you love something it stays with you, even after it's gone.

How strange, I think—that I am in a place my parents have never been and will never see. How strange that I am here and they are gone.

Siento que toda mi vida ha sido un azar. Momentos fortuitos de pérdida y conexión. En cambio, esta es la primera vez que siento que es el destino.

And even if she loses the charms, she thinks, they'll always be a part of her. The things that matter stay with you, seep into your skin.

It was during this period that she would wake in the night and get out of bed to go to her parents' room, only to realize, standing in the hall, that she had no parents.

We took away their country and their means of support. It was for this and against this that they made war. Could anyone expect less?

be totaled; we can't afford a new one.

No substitute for the living, perhaps, but I wasn't given a choice. I could take solace in their presence or I could fall down in a heap, lamenting what I'd lost.

Maybe humans are like that, she thought. Maybe the moments that meant something to you and the people you've loved over the years are the rings. Maybe what you thought you'd lost is still there, inside of you, giving you strength.

Aprendí hace mucho que la pérdida no solo es probable, sino inevitable.

Feeling around in the bag, he said, "Aw, shit. I meant to get you a chain to clip these on." He patted her knee. "Don't worry about it. That'll be part two." Two weeks later, coming home late one night, he lost control of his car, and that was that. Within six months, Molly was living somewhere else. It would be years until she bought herself that chain.

the tattered paper with Mark Flannery, The Irish Rose, Delancey Street,

The only person who fears nothing is one who has nothing to lose.

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying