Quotes About Loss

and he doesn't want to come back. Not even for me. Not even for Fern. We're not enough.

Find the beautiful things, little brother. Every time you mourn for me, I'll be far away. But when you celebrate, I'll be right there with you, dancing.

Truth is, instead of fixing everything, the Arcadia made everything real. Camellia's gone. Lark and Gabion are far away. Queenie's buried in a pauper's grave, and Briny's heart went there with her. He's lost his mind to whiskey, and he doesn't want to come back. Not even for me. Not even for Fern. We're not enough.

news guts me out like a fish. I'm empty inside. My mama's gone from this world? She's gone from this world, and I'll never get to see her again?

It washes away the last of Rill Foss. Rill Foss is princess of Kingdom Arcadia. The king is gone, and so is the kingdom. Rill Foss has to die with it. I'm May Weathers now.

Scenic Route Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like old wives along this road; they are everywhere, abandoned, leaning, turning gray. Someone always traded the lonely beauty of hemlock and stony lakeshore for survival, packed up his life and drove off to the city. In the yards the apple trees keep hanging on, but the fruit grows smaller year by year...

How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom: as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious

Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like old wives along this road; they are everywhere, abandoned, leaning, turning gray.

Heartland Now that we've given our hearts away With the bric-a-brac, we want them back. Now we look for them secondhand, Someone else's, in the old songs, The slowly unfolding novels We never had time for. Hearts That taught themselves to fly; …overstuffed hearts, still leaking Downy secrets like feathers. We want someone to say, 'I give you my heart', meaning, 'Summer and winter', meaning 'All my time in the this world'…

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

A payoff of loan principal reduces the liability section of the balance sheet, and a payment of interest increases the expense section of the profit and loss (P&L) statement.

Hope was a dangerous emotion that more often than not led men into foolishness and peril, made them risk their lives and lose their wives and part with fortunes that they never recovered.

But, no one can tell without cease our human story, and so we lose, lose

Today I bring you cold chrysanthemums, white as absence, long-stemmed as my grief. I stand before your grave, a few unfallen leaves overhead, the sucking mud beneath.

What binds me to this earth? What remembers the dead and grows toward them?

Water has invaded my father's heart, swollen, heavy, twice as large. Bloated liver. Bloated legs. The feet have become balloons. A respirator mask makes him look like a diver. When I lay my face against his—the sound of water returning. The

Childhood? Which childhood? The one that didn't last? The one in which you learned to be afraid?

What binds me to this earth? What remembers the dead and grows toward them? I'm

Our love for people doesn't end when they pass away. More often our feelings deepen as we realize how much they mean to us and how dearly we miss them.

The loss of speech wasn't punishment; it was the proof Zechariah had asked for, the assurance of God's power.

People left. They always did. There was no use getting his heart mixed up in something that was guaranteed to hurt.

It appears that very few women can just move through the end of a friendship, without a struggle. Most appear to need to consciously put together a game plan to recover from the breakup and help them to move on. Terry Miller Shannon, a journalist, writes in an article titled "Friends Forever?": "If you're not the one ending the friendship, it feels like an elephant stomped your heart into a billion bleeding pieces.

I learned for the first time that when we lose the people closest to us, we tend to become more like them—as if to fill immediately the unbearable lack they have left behind.

When we lose the people closest to us, we tend to become more like them -- as if to fill immediately the unbearable lack they have left behind.