Quotes About Loss

I once read that every story is a love story. Love of a person, a country, a way of life. Which means, of course, that all tragedies are about losing what you love. When someone with a terminal disease can't stop fearing the future, it's comforting to look to the past. We tend to forget that we were all young, once. And that there was a time when we had beginnings, instead of endings.

I remember everything Campbell, she interrupts. If I didn't, this wouldn't be so hard.

Death is the guest you didn't invite: arriving when you least expect it, least need it and when you least want it.

There are all sorts of losses people suffer- from the small to the large. You can lose your car keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

Jenna lost her mother. I lost my credibility. Virgil lost his faith. We've all got missing pieces. But for a little while, I believed that, together, we might be whole.

let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.

Success would come only at the expense of losing her cool, at the risk of turning into someone she did not want to be.

Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Logically, I understand that it wasn't Edward's fault my family fell apart after he left. But when you're eleven years old, you don't give a flip about logic. You just really miss holding your big brother's hand.

She knew all sorts of four letter words now; they just weren't the ones that most people considered foul language. Love. Help. Rape. Stop. Then.

Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit?

There are always sides. There is always a winner, and a loser. For everyone person who gets, there's someone who must give.

And if you don't find what you're looking for? At Roy's question Addie looked up. Then all I've lost is time.

Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

You can love a pet more than you love some people. [...] It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

Sometimes you can't tell how consuming love is until you can see its absence

don't ever recover from losing someone you love—even the ones you leave behind because you're better off without them.

There are an endless number of people who have left a love-shaped hole in the heart of someone else.

The catch was this: Power always involved loss of humanity.

No matter how long I live, I will always remember the way the light went out of her eyes, like a candle flame caught in an unexpected wind.

As it turns out, you can love someone too much. Then, when they leave, your heart goes missing. And no on can survive that great a loss.

But Marice, he rode off to save you, and wound up leaving you behind forever. Is it really worth dying for the person you love? She thinks about it for a moment. That's not the real question, Oliver. What you should be asking is, can you live without her?

I don't know why, when it comes to death, we say we lost someone. They're not missing or misplaced. They're whisked away from the tightest embrace.