Quotes About Loss

Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.

Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.

Outside, the moon is a silver sliver. Every night, the shadow eats a slice of it, until it's nothing but this hollow rind. I feel the same way; with each day, I lose a little more of myself.

My father died last year," Thomas said. "I still look for him in crowds." "I'm sorry." He shrugged. "I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

he glanced at the stranger in the seat beside him and tried to remember when she used to be his daughter.

If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

Whatever we forfeit echoes the pain from all the other times we have been disappointed in our lives.

think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

I felt this boy whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember grunting and heaving inside me; I was that empty and that far away. And suddenly I knew what became of all those lost balloons: they were the loves that slipped out of our fists; the blank eyes that rose in every night sky.

It wasn't her throat, and it wasn't a fever, but it hurt all the same to be heartbroken.

Kate is going to die. It took me a long time to be able to say that. We all are going to die, when you get down to it, but it's not supposed to be like this. Kate ought to be the one saying goodbye to me.

Si le das el corazón a alguien y luego muere, ¿se lo lleva consigo?

Se dai il tuo cuore a qualcuno e lui muore, lo porta via con sé? Devi passare il resto della vita con un buco dentro che non può essere riempito?

It is a strange thing, being suddenly motherless. It's like losing a rudder that was keeping me on course, one that I never paid much mind to before now. Who will teach me how to parent, how to deal with the unkindness of strangers, how to be humble? You already did, I realize.

Well, I had the other problem, I told him. I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in. What happened then? What else, I said. It broke.

His biggest fear was that if and when he did find his missing daughter, she would no longer recognize who he had become in order to save her.

So what if we would have forfeited money on a vacation? In the grand scheme of things, losing dollars is nothing compared to losing time.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

But there's another part of me that knows no matter how Delia and I go forward from this point, it won't be the same. Because when she smiles, I will look away before it is contagious. When we sit beside each other, I will make sure that our shoulders do not brush. When we speak, there will be spaces between our words just the shape and size of that damn kiss.

How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.

She didn't like herself like this, either. But she couldn't go back to being the girl she'd been before she met him; that girl was gone. So where did that leave her?

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow in it. what happen then? what else, I said It broke.

it had taken Jack a moment to realise it wasn't weight he'd lost during these eight months but pride