Quotes About Loss

nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny.

Unjust systems appear normal to those in power, and any change will produce feelings of loss. True reconciliation, through the cross of Jesus, will affect the lives of the privileged. The colonizer has to completely leave the confines of power and privilege and join with those who are colonized. Of the colonizer Memmi declared, "let him adopt the colonized people and be adopted by them; let him become a turncoat.

I knew my sister was dead. I felt it in my body, as if my bones could tell me the truth.

In the coming weeks, he would spend a lot of time trying to unpack that moment, not understanding himself how years of commitment and love and tolerance could just vanish. But they did.

This is nice,' Melody said, picking up a red leather box with a vintage watch inside. 'Yes, it is nice. It's the watch I gave Walker as a wedding gift.' 'He gave it back?' 'Actually, he sold it back to the person I bought it from who alerted me and I reacquired it.' 'I'm sorry. That sounds upsetting.' 'It was. Very. Especially since he sold the watch to buy combs for my long hair and without knowing what he had done I sold my hair to buy a leather case for this watch.

But when the SOB had taken Skye… You cut out my fucking heart. He wanted his heart back. He'd get it back.

If you don't believe that, try taking away a wolf's mate. See how well that shit works for you.

Pain will pull you down. It will break you. And when you lose everything else, it will be the only thing that never lets you go. It's a bitch I don't like. Better to not let anyone get close, huh? Better to not let the pain inside. Better to put up your wall and block everyone else from touching your heart.

disappearance, Kyle knew he had

mum always ought to be, getting tea. Women and food: how they locked on to your heart, taking it so young that if you had ever been properly loved and nurtured, you could never quite untangle them again. And did you ever, ever get over losing your mum? It seemed absurd after so long, and at his age, to be seized with such a yearning to go home; but she was gone, beyond reach, and a grown man wasn't allowed to feel like this. The

But adulthood," continued the barely twentysomething, "doesn't give you power over what matters most. It doesn't protect you from pain, loss, fate. That's part of being human.

Each second neared our last. We danced. "Kieren . . ." "Shhh . . ." We danced. "I'll be okay." Was that me lying? Or him? We danced. "Close your eyes," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. "Know that I'm missing you already and that you'll always be in my prayers." When I opened my eyes, I stood alone in the middle of the dance floor.

It's hard to think of anything being gone forever. Most things that go come back again, even if they're a little different when they return. But not always, and when something has gone forever, it can hurt so much you start wondering if it would've been easier if you'd never had it at all.

Maybe it's kinder not to remember, because you don't have to grieve.

Not everything given away is recoverable.

It seemed to Rosa Lublin that the whole peninsula of Florida was weighted down with regret. Everyone had left behind a real life. Here they had nothing. They were all scarecrows, blown about under the murdering sunball with empty ribcages.

But what is it that makes a person want to stay here on this earth anyway, and go on suffering the most awful pain just for the sake of getting to stay? I used to think it was because people fear death. But now I think it is because people can't bear saying goodbye.

Why doesn't momma come back?

Da quando sono qui da sola, ho la sensazione di passeggiare tenendo i miei morti per mano. Facciamo un giro, mi confortano e mi hanno paura allo stesso tempo. Mi raccontano la stessa storia, tutti i giorni.

We are nothing like the gods. We will never be remembered for the time we attempted the waltz on our balcony, as the stars blinked drowsily, the moon like a frozen yawn. Even with one of us gone, would not the mind of the other reveal its universe, its constellation of memories like a field of flickering candles, the same face at the center of every flame?

All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.

Of all things broken and lost, porcelain troubles me most.

May the gentle mountains and the bells of the flocksRemind us of everything we have lost,For we have seen on our way and fallen in loveWith the world that will pass in a twinkling.

We leerden, dat weet jij best, heel veel. Hoe een voor een die dingen werden weggenomen die niet weggenomen mogen worden, mensen, streken, terwijl het hart niet sterft al denk je dat het nu zou moeten sterven, we glimlachen, op tafel thee en brood.