Quotes About Loss

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

There was no hope in death, only an end.

Death might be a blessing if it means you never have to face this kind of grief.

The ticking of the clock has gotten so loud." - 74

Death had touched her, hurt her, and left her to deal with its disagreeable aftermath.

Death, it seems, has a mind of its own.

Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.

An African who loses the ability to die with dignity is a lost man.

Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.

Not how he died, not what he died of, even less why he died, are of concern, to me, only the fact that he did die, he is dead, is important: the loss to me, to us

A man dies and his skin loses heat like the sand on a summer evening. It makes you feel like warming him up.

Who shall tell the lady's griefWhen her Cat was past relief?Who shall number the hot tearsShed o'er her, beloved for years?Who shall say the dark dismayWhich her dying caused that day?

Death is not something you get over. It's the rip that exposes life in a before and after chasm, and all you can do is try to exist as best you can in the after.

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.

Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die

Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

How terrible, " said Eragon, "to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you."

And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies.

There is just as much beauty in birth as there is in death, and it changes our lives just the same. They both add things to us and take things away." Pg. 155 Undone

Killing is easy, " said Mo, "Dying is harder...

I lost my father this past year, and the word feels right because I keep looking for him. As if he were misplaced. As if he could just turn up, like a sock or a set of keys.

Everyone thought that things were getting back to normal. They had no idea that normal didn't exist for me any more. Normal had been smashed on the rocks beneath the bridge.

They suffered with his death and she - she suffered with their reaction to it.