Quotes About Loss

My idea of walking into the jaws of death is marrying some woman who has lost three husbands.

Death laid its eggs in the wound

For the living, death is thievery.

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

When people and animals die, they stay with us in our minds.

Stephen King, Pet Sematary

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny's sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

With every death, a world is disappearing.

death should be celebrated...when you put something in the ground you always know where it is

Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass.

Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.

Our loss put six feet under ground Is measured by the magnolia's root; Our gain's the intellectual sound Of death's feet round a weedy tomb.

Part of elegy is confrontation - not just with the idea of death, but with the person who has died.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

You get angry - death does that.

Something was wrong with a world where people came and went so easily.

That's all that death is ... Just a going away into another country ... Only the separation is harder to bear because there can be no letters to bridge the silence.

Homeless, wifeless, mistressless, penniless . . . jump in the cold river and drown.