Quotes About Loss

Why had they taken her car?

while being alone sucks, losing someone you care about is far worse. 

Memories are the enemies that never die," he says, turning away and shoving open his door, leaving me with the pain carved in those words that I am fairly certain he didn't want me to hear. But I did, and they speak to me, diving deep in my soul with the blood of my own loss, and taking root. I say I want my memories back, but I'm not so sure I really do. It's an idea I reject as I shove open my door and stand.

It's controlling us now. It's claiming us. We are no longer ourselves, no longer the damaged, thinking creatures who can hold back and control what we say and do. We are simply two people who have lost the world around us and found this powerful, passionate moment.

My mother used to say that to me and my brother, Gio, and even in the years since she passed, the words echo in my mind, as I know they must in my brother's. After all, we heard those words on nearly a daily basis from the moment our father disappeared until the moment our mother died seven years later.

I'd been eleven when my father disappeared and eighteen when my mother was murdered. Now, I'm twenty-eight

I refuse to believe Gio is dead. He's protecting me. It's the only acceptable answer.

only person I have left in this world is also missing. Gio

We'd had money in Italy before we'd fled after my father's disappearance, and did so with nothing.

I don't have a lot of friends walking around I might borrow clothes from. And with good reason: the people I care about disappear.

One animal says to another animal it is not safe you must not return I love you. Another says to her sister animal when you go you will never return then she dies in a camp. Another is a child and she stops living because of deceit. The animals in their velvety dressing gowns have thought bubbles. They break the incest taboo during a long cruel close-up and you can't help but watch.

If it is perfectly acceptable for a widow to disfigure herself or commit suicide to save face for her husband's family, why should a mother not be moved to extreme action by the loss of a child or children? We are their caretakers. We love them. We nurse them when they are sick. . . But no woman should live longer than her children. It is against the law of nature. If she does, why wouldn't she wish to leap from a cliff, hang from a branch, or swallow lye?

My heart is empty & my life has no value anymore. Each moment a thousand tears.

I can feel sympathy for his loss and his pain without affecting who I am and my opposition to all that Viktor Kain is and stands for. When we lose our empathy for others and allow our enmity to spiral downward and twist into mindless hate, we are no better than the Viktor Kains of the world. Compassion is our strength, not our weakness." She paused. "And it is a treasure that is meant to be shared. Do you understand?

We've been joined at the heart since she was born. Now my heart's gone.

All of life is quilted from the scraps of what once was and is no more- the places we have been, the memories we have made, the people we have known, that which has been long loved but has grown threadbare over time and can be worn no longer. We keep only pieces. All colors, all shapes, all sizes. "All waiting to be stitched into the pattern only you can see.

I remember lost loves, and loves that never were.

Family members are often just frustrated that, no matter how hard they try to provide companionship, take care of chores, and so forth, they can't replace the person who's gone," Amanda-Lee said sympathetically. "When the grieving spouse talks about that person, the children and grandchildren take it as a complaint or a signal that they're not doing a good enough job. The reality is that the grieving spouse just needs someone to talk to, someone to reminisce with.

I cannot put words to the feelings within me on the day we brought her out for burial. It is an odd thing to stand so close to life's beginning and life's end. Birth and death are such strange cousins. We carried my mother to the graveyard, shed tears and sang hymns, then returned home, stood over the cradle, smiled, and sang lullabies. . . .

Everything I wanted my life to be, it won't be now. The path that brought me here is flooded over. There's no going back.

Everything I wanted my life to be, it won't be now. The path that brought me here is flooded over.

Dying is a hard thing to get done, sometimes.

realize that grieving is a process. It doesn't stop just because the family wants the parent or grandparent to get on with life.

Someone should tell the dead that saving the living isn't as simple as leaving a note to say, It's no one's fault. For the living, it always feels like someone's fault.