Quotes About Loss

But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They becomes lost themselves. Without fail. -A

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

Como si cuando muriera alguien muy cercano a nosotros intercambiásemos los lugares. Y cuando lo superáramos, en realidad, estuviéramos viviendo su vida pero al revés: desde la muerte a la vida; desde la enfermedad a la salud

But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves.

wenn etwas zerbricht, dann ist es nicht das zerbrechen, was verhindert, dass sich alles wieder fügt. es liegt daran, dass ein stück verloren gegangen ist, und sei es auch noch so winzig - die beiden verbliebenen stücke passen einfach nicht mehr zueinander, egal was man versucht. die gesamte struktur hat sich verändert.

That dehumanizing loss of safety. It is something all of us feared and many of us knew firsthand.

When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways. I

There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you've taken from me, everything I've given you, and the waste of all the time I've spent on us

It is my father who looks diminished now. As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we're really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

But now it's the museum backdrop for the exhibition of grief.

Cand prima dragoste se sfarseste, cei mai multi dintre oameni stiu ca vor veni si altele. N-au terminat cu iubirea. Iubirea nu a terminat cu ei. Nu va fi niciodata la fel ca prima, dar va fi mai buna in diferite feluri. Eu nu am o astfel de consolare. De asta ma agat din rasputeri. De asta e atat de greu.

The song is Always Wanting You, a favorite of Dad's, where cynical, heartsick Merle croon about always wanting but never having his love, and about how hard it will be to face tomorrow cuz he knows he'll just be wanting her again. Doomed.

We are mortals, not gods. We die. Death is our nature. Without that fee paid in advance, the world does not come to us. That is the hard bargain life makes with us — with all of us, every one — and the condition we share. And for that reason, if no other, we should have pity for one another's losses. For the sorrows that must come sooner or later to each one of us, in a world we enter only on mortal terms.

This new lot...they too would go down. They were 'troops' who were about to be 'thrown in,' 'men' in some general's larger plan, 're-enforcements ' and would soon be 'casualties'. They were also Spud, Snow, Skeeter, Blue, Tommo.

I examined my Liberalism and found it like an addiction to roulette. Here, though the odds are plain, and the certainty of loss apparent to anyone with a knowledge of arithmetic, the addict, failing time and again, is convinced he yet is graced with the power to contravene natural laws. The roulette addict, when he invariably comes to grief, does not examine either the nature of roulette, or of his delusion, but retires to develop a new system, and to scheme for more funds.

At the age of eight or nine, Richard Brautigan once returned home from school and found that his entire family had moved away without a word.

Wednesday's glory had become Thursday's ashes.

We can begin to look at our own inner areas of immaturity. Specifically, we need to examine: "Where am I looking to get love rather than to give it?" The more loving we are, the less vulnerable we are to grief and loss, and the less we need to seek attachments.

To handle the fear of loss, we have to look at what purpose the external person or object serves in our life. What emotional need is being fulfilled? What emotions would arise were we to lose the object or the person? Loss can be anticipated, and we can handle the various fears associated with the sense of loss by disassembling the emotional complexes that they represent, and letting go of the individual component feelings.

This is the pain that will inform all other pains from now on. You have lost your mother. That is the primal pain, what we call it in German. There will never be another pain like this pain. You cannot ready yourself for it because it is unimaginable.

When her muzzle grew more white than brown, the chipmunk forgot that she and the squirrel had had nothing to talk about. She forgot the definition of jazz as well and came to think of it as every beautiful thing she had ever failed to appreciate: the taste of warm rain; the smell of a baby; the din of a swollen river, rushing past her tree and onward to infinity.

They're hungry for something they know nothing about, but we, we know all too well that the price of fame is the loss of privacy.

Today a child told Santa Ken that he wanted his dead father back and a complete set of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Everyone wants those Turtles.

Dad wants to talk about her death—he needs to—but unlike the rest of us, who yak incessantly about our feelings, he has no vocabulary for it and is reduced to the clichés you'd find on a sympathy card. It's like not knowing a language.