Quotes About Loss

Mas choro na mesma, porque era um caminho possível e eu não fui por aí. Choro pela ideia, pela opção que se perdeu. Às vezes também choro pela artista que havia em mim e pelo que a minha vida poderia ter sido se eu tivesse continuado. Choro por todas as minhas identidades perdidas. Pelas possibilidades que tive.

How would you like it if someone you cared about just disappeared on you?

Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

She still talks to me now, only now she talks to me in my dreams. And I can't wait to go to sleep tonight because we have a lot to talk about. I love you.

A scene took shape in my mind of myself weeping over Thomas's blood-soaked, outstretched form, a ridiculous scene in which I urged, "Git up, Person, git up!" Actually, I could not recall the last time I had shed tears. It was something that I had stopped doing many years ago.

Even as a child, I understood my family was a casualty of war. It could not be helped.

I began to tell myself that if I'd survived Bergen-Belsen, I could survive anything," said Irene. "I tried to focus not on what I'd lost, but what I had to gain. It was a struggle." In

Their shared loss went unsaid, but never unremembered. Sendai,

Many things I have tried to grasp, and have lost. That which I have placed in God's hands I still have. - Martin Luther

With my mother's death," Lewis wrote, "all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security.

A loved one from us has gone, A voice we love is stilled. A place is vacant in our home, Which never will be filled. Estelle Woodhouse, 1898-1987

God will use this loss for good. I promise.

at his mother's grave and his father's urn.

O z?a Persefono, Mog?a?e? tak wielu ?zam da? up?yna? p?ono?

Ancient Tragedy is loss of life, modern Tragedy is loss of purpose.

Some of you will not come back. Some of you will come back maimed. Those of you who do come back will come back changed men. That is war!

I see the life draining out of her and something else taking its place, but I don't know what. Maybe that's the problem. Maybe nothing is taking its place.

Als iemand haar uit de narigheid haalt sterft ze.

Young love ends for hundreds of different reasons," Gertie said and sighed. Ida Belle nodded. "But usually, life strangles it to death.

I still can't believe she's gone," Maryse Robicheaux murmured as she stared down at the woman in the coffin. Of course, the pink suit was a dead giveaway—so to speak—that the wearer was no longer with them. For the miserable two years and thirty-two days she'd had to deal with her mother-in-law, Maryse had never once seen her wear a color other than black. Now she sorta resembled the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man dressed in Pepto-Bismol.

Not that having multiple children diminished the loss of another, but when there was only one and they were lost, there was nothing left at all.

We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.

I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

Only now, when it is too late, do I long for Dearth. I was a misbegotten child of bad blood and bile, and I mistook my own orneriness for cleverness. I presumed to know what happiness was - something I could possess, like a marble, or a man. Something I could only find elsewhere. But just when I started to find it at home, I outfoxed myself and lost it forever.