Quotes About Loss

Are people really supposed to be done grieving after two months? Can't grief last six months or a year or, in some form or another, an entire lifetime?

Não podemos ter mudança sem perda, motivo pelo qual é tão frequente as pessoas dizerem que querem mudar, mas mesmo assim continuarem exatamente iguais.

losses tend to be multilayered. There's the actual loss (in my case, of Boyfriend), and the underlying loss (what it represents).

a mudança e a perda andam juntas. Não podemos ter mudanças sem perda, motivo pelo qual é tão frequente as pessoas dizerem que querem mudar, mas mesmo assim continuarem exatamente iguais.

The psychoanalyst Erich Fromm had made this point more than fifty years earlier: "Modern man thinks he loses something—time—when he does not do things quickly; yet he does not know what to

AND ALL THE OTHER SOULS WHO GOT LEFT AND CURSED BY THOSE THAT SHOULD HAVE LOVED AND CARED.

It was only out on the cold street...that Riley began to feel the full loss of his father. Poppa, he thought, Oh Poppa. He'd grieved him since Christmas when he first took ill...but it was here now, an empty place where once had been Poppa. A quietness to replace Poppa's good voice. A gust of wind that said he was there, not on earth, but in the air. Riley knew he would not be the same man again, for Riley had been Poppa's son and was now only his survivor.

I would not have dreamed back then, could never have imagined, that one day I would be a childless mother too.

Millie, honey, Josh is gone." Millie

It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, but if one more person said that to her, Jodi swore she was going to lose it.

Baseball breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. —A. BARTLETT GIAMATTI

Except he hadn't fully appreciated what he had until it was gone.

Comfort and a vast understanding that love couldn't be killed. They would always love the people they'd lost, but that didn't mean they couldn't love each other as well. Love.

If he never loved her the way she loved him, it was going to be okay. It was truly better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Her heart would survive this, and would be richer for having known him.

Who but my mother held those small pieces of my childhood? Where would they go when she was gone?

He could not take what he could never keep.

How could he give her so much, yet leave her so little.

She thought her world had stopped falling apart, but she was wrong. It had simply become isolated, her focus narrowed to struggling not to continually grieve for all that had been irrevocably lost

It hurts to cry," she said, her voice raspy. "It hurts worse not to." "Did you cry?" "For four days straight." "Is that how long it took you to bury them?" "Yes, ma'am," he said in a voice that sounded like stone grating against stone.

But she'd lost a good deal of her innocence there, because she'd discovered so much she couldn't control.

at the end she'd be nothing more than a memory, if that.

He stole her breath, as stealthily as a pickpocket slipping a silk handkerchief from a pocket, a bracelet from around a wrist, a ring off a finger. So the object was gone before the wearer realized it was taken. One moment she was breathing, and the next she'd quite simply forgotten how.

He brought you back. He can steal anything he wants.

You'd think wouldn't hurt a little one, but the pain is a great as if they'd been with you all your life. You can't remember what it was like before they touched your heart and you can never forget them