Quotes About Loss

What saddens me is the corruption of youth and beauty, and the loss of soul, which is only replaced by money.

No! It can't be!" She screamed, "Raphael! I need you! Raphael … !" But there was no one to answer, and there never would be. She would haunt these halls forever, seeking him. For she was the Woman in Black.

brother died.

My mom died when I was 8.

It's been ten years since Ellie Mack disappeared, a fifteen year old fro north London, disappeared on her way to the library.

I know it sounds like it was all just a terrible disaster. Of course it does. Any situation involving four dead bodies is clearly far from ideal.

Imagine," she said, her face turning serious for a moment, "imagine if something happened to one of us and there was no Easter egg hunt next year, imagine if everything stopped being perfect—you would wish so hard that you'd taken part today . . .

Her daughter is dead and her mother is dead and her husband lives with a woman who is nicer than her in a hundred different ways. But she is OK.

Memories fluttered about her mind, of days that had passed and died and were never to return.

My father's going to take everything you own and then break your life.

When she left, she took with her any sense I had of myself as a worthwhile person. Without her I was just this blank space. When she died my whole world turned black.

It was hard for her to understand why Arlette was alive when Freddie Mercury, for example, was dead.

This time next year the skinny wife would be living in some shit flat somewhere because it would be all she could afford, and his kids would have to shuttle back and forth between two shit flats and sit making awkward conversation with Alicia, and looking after their mum because her heart would be broken and she wouldn't be the mum they knew anymore, she'd be a new mum, and their childhoods would be shattered and changed. And

But it's terrifying to think that I never knew her at all. Not even a tiny bit.

There's a heat contained within their exchange, created from the energy of desperation and loss and frustration and misguided hope, but also from the intimacy that's built up between the two of them as everything else has peeled away from them and the thing that unites them.

All of those messy Christmases, each a perfect gem, all gone, all turned to ash.

But she felt it now and all the pain in her heart was for her mother, her mother who she knew would be crying and worrying and feeling the meaning of her life slipping away from her. She couldn't bear it. She truly couldn't bear

You know that's it now, don't you? You know you can't be Noah's mother any more. Not now. No court in the world would let a person like you raise a child. No court in the world. I'm going now, Tallulah. I'm going back to the house and I'm taking Noah, and you will never see him again. Do you hear me? You will never see him again.

Now that even the cat was gone, though he'd made a big effort to stay alive for her and lasted until he was almost twenty-one.

Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.

I reflected that for all the people you lost touch with or couldn't hold on to, life occasionally made up for it by giving you the right person at the right time.

I understood finally that the thing I should have feared most was not loss, but never loving. The price for safety was the regret I felt at this moment. And yet I would have to live with it for the rest of my life

I've lost someone, too. And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had to accept that the loss would always stay with you, like a reminder note pinned to the inside of your jacket. But there were still opportunities for happiness. Even joy.