Quotes About Loss

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

you can pass a football, you can gas, but you yourself cannot just pass~cam after lilly's mother informs her that lilly has passed

Flaxfield died on a Friday which was a shame, because he always ate a trout for dinner on Friday, and it was his favourite.

One death apiece is plenty.

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

Death changes us, the living. In the presence of death, we become more aware of life.... It can inspire us to decide what really matters in life--and then to seek it. (Founder of M.A.D.D.)

There are thousands of words in the English language for acts of senseless violence, but not one seems to be a contestant when a child dies.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

What kind of miracle ripped out your heart, and left you breathing?

Tears don't bring people back." Pain stabs from my chest to my fingertips."Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They are for us. So that we can remember and celebrate and miss them and feel human.

The only people in the whole world that Salim loved had been killed by the virus that traveled to America in his own blood.

Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.

The bereaved need more than just the space to grieve the loss. They also need the space to grieve the transition.

At the graveyard there was no hope, so there was nothing to lose and no chance for disappointment.

Because Dad told you he'd be here forever. Because I thought forever was like Mars -- far away.

My Dad is everywhere and he is nowhere. My world tilts on a different axis, orbiting the sun of my own family- but still, I feel his warmth.

The dead are my dark matter, filling up impalpably the empty spaces of the world.

He's gone now. He did something terrible, but...he did good things, too. And he kept us well. And it's all right if you are sad.

Things are just things. They can't bring back the dead. it just makes me feel better.

My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger.

You always have something left to lose. Until, of course, you die.

If you love your dad, it's tough when he dies. If you don't like your dad, it's tough when he dies. Because you lose that guy. Whatever you didn't get, you miss. And what you did get, you miss.

... he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.