Quotes About Loss

11:20 a.m. This is my fabulous life: the Sex God left for Whakatane last month and he has taken my heart with him. 11:25 a.m. Not literally, of course, otherwise there would be a big hole in my nunga-nungas. 11:28 a.m. And also I would be dead. Which quite frankly would be a blessing in disguise.

Do you miss your dad?" And I said: "Who?

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

The Khmer Rogue soldier] screams a loud, shrill cry, that piercing my heart like a stake, and I imagine that this, maybe, is how Pa died. The soldier's head hangs, bobbing up and down like a chicken's... The woman raises her hammer again. I almost feel pity for him. But it is too late to let him go, it is too late to go back. It is too late for my parents and my country.

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed Of millions, robber of the best Which earth can give ...

How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to desire.

Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.

Softly comes Old Age, the thief, Steals the rapture, leaves the throes.

More was lost than mere life and existence.

quod defles, illud amasti.

You know, I have had a terrible life. I married two men I really didn't like. My only daughter was killed in a car accident. My brother committed suicide. Has my life been a life for anyone to envy?

Death is healing, it tells us to forgive, it reminds us that we don't want to die alone.

One thing I do know about death. The "better" the person, the more loving and happy and caring, the less of a gap that person's death makes.

It has been seven years since you died. Of course what I'll say next is that time has flown by. I got old. All of a sudden, de repente. I walk with difficulty. I even drool. I leave the door unlocked in case I die in my sleep, but it's more likely I'll go endlessly on until I get put away someplace. I am already dotty.... It's not so strange that I talk to my cat but I feel silly because he is totally deaf.

When your parents are dead your own death faces you.

The day my father killed off my mother was the day he stopped knowing me.

Sally wasn't crying about their dead mother or her cancer. She was crying because her husband, Alfonso, had left her after twenty years for a young woman. It seemed a brutal thing to do, just after her mastectomy. She was devastated, but no, she wouldn't ever divorce him, even though the woman was pregnant and he wanted to marry her. "They can just wait until I die. I'll be dead soon, probably next year..." Sally wept but the ocean drowned out the sound.

Watcha gonna do when I'm gone, Maggie?... I'll do macrame, punk.

Una cosa sé de la muerte. Cuanto "mejor" es la persona, cuanto más cariñosa, feliz y comprensiva, menor es el vacío que deja su muerte.

Lo llaman romperse el corazón porque añorar a alguien es un dolor físico real, lo sientes en la sangre y en los huesos.

I can't handle you being dead, Ter. But you know that.

Watcha gonna do when I'm gone, Maggie?" you kept asking over and over, the other time, when you were going to London. "I'll do macrame, punk." "Whatcha gonna do when I'm gone, Maggie?" "You really think I need you that bad?" "Yes," you said. A simple Nebraska statement.

On the plane to Mexico City, I thought about how death shreds time. My ordinary life had vanished.

From 'Periodic Table of Elements': A girl ago, a girlhood gone like a phial of ether | Thrown on fire--just | A little jump of flame, like grief, or | Like a penicillin that has lost its skill at killing | Off, it then is gone.