Quotes About Loss

He wished that he could keep getting up morning after morning, with the world remaining unchanged. That was the thing about feeling like life was good. Even when it was—especially when it was—you knew you had something to lose.

I won't forget you, Olive. No matter how hard I may try. That's not the same as being remembered. Isn't it?

The thing about death, Lacy knew, was that it robbed you of your vocabulary for comfort.

This time I don't bother with words; the ones we need don't exist in the English language. Even the syllable grief feels like a cliff, and we've fallen.

Sometimes I think there's no such thing as falling in love. It's just the fear of losing someone.

I wonder how someone can leave in the blink of an eye without you even noticing.

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." Somehow

one person's trauma is another's loss of innocence. Ervin

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

When the life left a person, it wasn't by degrees. It was instant, like someone pulling down a shade on a window. The

No matter what we survivors like to tell ourselves about the afterlife, when someone dies, everything is over.

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

You could lose track of someone when you blinked

She wondered if grief could make time run faster, like a glitch in a clock.

What no one told me about grief is how lonely it is. No matter who else is mourning, you're in your own little cell. Even when people try to comfort you, you're aware that now there is a barrier between you and them, made of the horrible thing that happened, that keeps you isolated.

Aku menyayangimu, kataku, suaraku terdengar hampa karena tangis. Aku sangat menyayangimu hingga aku tak tahu aku akan hidup dengan siapa jika kau tidak ada. Dan bahkan jika usahaku menghabiskan waktu seluruh hidupku, aku akan membuatmu paham kenapa hidupmu membuat perbedaan.

They can take away my livelihood and my food and"—here his voice hitched—"my grandson. But they can't take away my dreams." His

death had become part of the landscape.

My life is moving forward in a weird empty narrative, missing one key character, whose current life is a continuous loop.

one person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.

I'm sure there's a protocol for meeting a spouse who's been cremated, but I'm pretty much at a loss. Am I supposed to say hello? Shake his handle?

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

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 fuck about logic. You just really miss holding your big brother's hand.

After all, the last thing Kenosi saw, before he closed his eyes forever, was his mother coming back to him.