Quotes About Loss

When God allows something to be taken from you, He replaces it with something better.

Memories are beautiful things, Boy. When the person that ya loved is gone, when the happy time is over, then ya've still got yer memories. Thank God fer this special gift of His that lets ya sorta live yer experiences again and again. S'pose there ain't no price one would settle on fer the worth of memories.

She cried so hard her tears formed a river, and tears of grief always run into the river Styx.

I'm pretty sure my mom would have remembered giving birth to twins and then losing one somewhere along the way. When

The whole point is that time passes. That things fade. He is already hard to remember. Look, I used to cry because I thought I'd forget. Then I knew that was ridiculous and cried because I remembered. But the truth is that one is the same as the other. Remembering and forgetting are the same bloody thing. He is not alive any more. That's all there is to know. There is no purpose to any of it. The point is there is no point.

305 "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose."~

Rural places have hemorrhaged their best and brightest children, their intellectuals, thinkers, organizers, leaders, and artists-those who would create change and who would parent another generation of thinkers. All gone. Our seeds are disappearing.

What is any war but a massacre?

Nothing crushes the soul of a father more than the loss of the beloved son he failed to lavish his love on."

What is first seen as a loss is now seen as a gain. For he finds solitude, not in far off, quite places; he creates it out of himself, spreads it around him, wherever he may be, because he loves it and slowly he ripens in this tranquility. For the inner process is beginning to unfold, stillness is extraordinarily important.

Nietzsche: "I call an animal, a species, an individual corrupt, when it loses its instincts, when it prefers what is injurious to it.

I want to scream sometimes, because I hate when people refer to a dead person as the late" so and so. I'm sorry to break that bad news, but that person isn't just late—they're not even coming!

After my mother's death, I had such difficulty relating to people.

A její šat už nešustí, už dotan?ila. A ret pálí slzami, které líbávali d?íve jí muži nad ústy.

The surrender was a turning point for me. That summer I cried nearly every day. It was part of letting up the emotional component that had been only partially present in much of my earlier recovery of memories, and the beginning of a deeper grieving for my losses. The crying itself did not resolve things for me, but it was part of what prepared me for what came later, when the opportunity presented itself to really cleanse the wounds with a qualified trauma therapist.

You grieve what you lost and what you never had. If you try to short-circuit the grief, the grief will find a way to short-circuit you.

I feel like so much has been left undone. There are friends I won't see before I leave, there are bills I still need to pay. I haven't written as much as I've wanted, and there are countless things I've said that I wish I could correct, but this is a process that will never end. When my grandmother died she left a library full of books she never finished reading. This is how I feel now.

They say it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. I disagree.

But I remember the moment when my father died. I wasn't a very committed Catholic beforehand, but when that happened it suddenly all felt so obvious: I now believe religion is our attempt to find an explanation, for us to feel more protected.

öldüÄŸünde kaybolup gitmemek için,kimin hat?rlay???na sar?lacakt??

The certainty that someone will never come back," the narrator muses of the dead, "never speak again, never take another step…will never look at us or look away. I don't know how we bear it, or how we recover.

Tendemos a desejar que ninguém morra e nada termine daquilo que nos acompanha e é nosso amado costume, e não vemos que a única coisa que mantém os costumes intactos é que eles nos sejam suprimidos de repente, sem desvio nem evolução possíveis, sem que nos abandonem nem nós os abandonemos. O que dura deteriora-se e acaba por apodrecer, aborrece-nos, vira-se contra nós, satura-nos, cansa-nos.

Hay un escritor llamado Clerk o Lewis que escribió sobre sí mismo tras la muerte de su mujer, y empezó diciendo: "Nadie me dijo nunca que la pena fuera una sensación tan parecida al miedo

The worse thing that can happen to anyone, worse than death itself, and the worst thing one can make others do, is to return from the place from which no one returns, to come back to life at the wrong time, when you are no longer expected, when it's too late and inappropriate, when the living have assumed you are over and done with and have continued or taken up their lives again, leaving no room for you at all.