Quotes About Loss

To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.

I don't pretend to know much about love, but that's how great love comes to an end, not in the flames of passion, but in the silence of regret.

Nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost forever.

To be a mother is to live in fear. Fear of death, of sickness, of loss, of accidents, of strangers, of the Black Man, or simply those small everyday things that somehow manage to hurt us most: the look of impatience, the angry word, the missed bedtime story, the forgotten kiss, the terrible moment when a mother ceases to be the center of her daughter's world and becomes

The serpent eating itself, tail-first. We live to repeat the same mistakes, to push away the ones we love, to move on when we want to stay, to wait in silence when we should speak. In the life we have chosen to lead, loss is the only constant. Loss, that eats up everything – like the snake, even itself.

Suspicacia y supervivencia son hermanas gemelas, así que perder una supone despedirse de la otra.

Se só me faltassem os outros, vá, um homem consola-se mais ou menos das pessoas que perde; mas falto eu mesmo, e esta lacuna é tudo.

She followed the highway across the bridge, comparing her own life to the river's flow, swift and steady. She'd weathered obstacles - near death, loss and betrayal - which were like the boulders protruding through the turbulent current. Those hurdles may have slowed her down, but they'd never beaten her

Before Ryan's murder, she'd trusted the criminal justice system wholeheartedly. But that was before she'd almost lost everything she cherished. She couldn't face another attack on her integrity and professionalism without imperiling the fragile sanity she clung to like a life preserver

Three women were missing; one of them, another old friend. It appeared that death haunted her like a bloodhound. First, Ryan. Now, Becky. Although they weren't the same degree of friendship with her, they were threads woven into the fabric of her life. Without them, the material snagged, weakening her structure and threatening to unravel her life

She did not believe he could have really gone, because for her, to leave the person you loved was impossible.

Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you've ever heard. The boy and the girl are far from innocent. Dear lives are lost. And good doesn't win.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

You can't exist in this world without leaving a piece of yourself behind.

It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

Besides the obvious difference, there was not much distinction between losing a best friend and losing a lover: it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumphs and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them bottled inside. One moment, you'd start to call her to tell her a snippet of news or to vent about your awful day before realizing you did not have that right anymore; the next, you could not remember the digits of her phone number.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded.

I knew that somewhere God was laughing. He had taken the other half of my heart, the one person who knew me better than I knew myself, and He had done what nothing else could do. By bringing us together, He had set into motion the one thing that could tear us apart.

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.