Quotes About Loss

I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.

All my friends are dead, or else they're not feeling too good.

Money Talk's . . . mine keeps saying Goodbye!

My friend died of a broken heart . . . the cancer wasn't much help either.

Once I had a dog that died of lead poisoning . . . I shot him in the head.

Trying to forget someone you loved is like trying to remember someone you never knew.

The sense of security which she thought she had found disappeared; the bottom fell out of her world and she felt herself falling into an abyss of unbelieving despair.

You took nothing from me.

We did not know that she had passed," Soth said. She held a palm up to the air. "Hopefully, her spirit has found serenity." The council did the same. "Spirit find Serenity," they said in unison.

Weeping for the dead's a waste of breath - they're lucky, they can't die again.

Andersonville lay on American soil and saw the death of 13,000 Americans in American custody.

Seven severely depressed prisoners were listed as having died of "nostalgia.

Loss is loss, and nothing is gained by calling it by a nicer name.

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you. There's your breasts, and your genitals, and they're amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don't get it, they just want him. Want him.

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

I just wondered what a thing it would be...if overnight everything you owe anything to, justice, or love, had really gone away. Free.

I did my best Shirley Booth this morning, floppy slippers, housecoat, curlers, can of Little Friskies; "Come back, Little Sheba, come back..." To no avail. Le chat, elle ne reviendra jamais, jamais...

I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die

I never imagined losing my mind was going to be such hard work.

Human Remains Pouch. We don't call them body bags and they are not black, like the movies. This one was white with a long black zip.

There was lots that could be done. But there was also nothing that could be done. My father was dying.

I suspected it was just that I no longer cared so much. And that felt like the saddest thing in the world

The total isolation of death. The loneliness of the dying man. That is what I had noticed about my father's death. We loved him but, in the end, we left him and he died alone. Because we were tired. Because it was late. Because there was nothing we could do. We loved him and yet he was on his own.