Quotes About Loss

Men are more evanescent than pictures, yet one sorrows for lost friends, and pictures are my friends. I have none others. I am never long enough with men to attach myself to them; and whatever feelings of attachment I have are to material things.

Death had a strange effect on the left-behind people. Some found peace and a new life; some clutched the death to their breasts.

Osborne said. "I miss Mom, though. That didn't have to happen. The guy who killed her . . . If I knew who it was, I'd think about killing him myself." "Not what you usually want to tell a couple of cops," Jenkins said. "Now if he gets run over by a car, people are going to be looking at your front bumper." "Okay, so I'll back over him," Osborne said.

WHEN SHE WAS GONE, Lucas went inside, badged his way back to the homicide unit, and found Roger Morris peering at a brown paper bag with a small grease stain at one end.

He realized he was having a hard time recognizing that Marcy was gone, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, and that killing Fell would not answer the problem he was having with her death, would not bring her back, and could have devastating consequences for himself and his family. The little man at the back of his mind could whisper all of that to him: and yet, that realization had little effect on the urge for revenge.

out the window onto the freeway, where it was run over several hundred times in the next hour or so, before

I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who was entirely her own person. When this life is done, I'll turn away from it without regret as well, because I know she waits for me, in another, different life.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

Jack Holloway told me he would get the son of a bitch who killed my child and the mate of my child, Papa continued. Jack Holloway did get that son of a bitch. Jack Holloway got you. You are the man who killed my child. Get off my planet, you son of a bitch.

It is sort of remarkable to me how much grief can well up when a pet dies, until one remembers that they are in fact people, who just happen not to be human.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too," I said. "And you wait around for your body to catch up." "Is that what you're doing now?" Jane said. "Waiting for your body to catch up, I mean." "No, not anymore," I said. "You eventually get to live again. You just live a different life, is all.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too," I said. "And you wait around for your body to catch up."-

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.

I saw the light go out in her eyes, but I kept telling her how much I loved her until they took her away from me at the hospital." "Why did you do that?" Jane asked. "I needed to be sure that the last thing she heard was me telling her how much I loved her," I said.

I want to mourn her, Jared said. I feel her. I can feel the love I had for her. That he had for her. I want to remember her, even if that means I have to mourn her. That's not too much to bear for her memory. It's not, is it? No, Cloud said. I guess it's not.

Amigos, não chorem Caio uma estrela cadente Na próxima vida

What I fear is diminishment, and subtle change, and the moment in which a life without you becomes a sustainable thought.

the sick horror of unwillingly picturing his child's death, the hollow, horrible ache standing in that place in his life where his daughter had been, and mad, acidic desire to do something more than mourn.

How can you say goodbye to someone who is a part of you?

Loved ones are sometimes taken from us, either by death or other circumstances outside our control. Yes, we should lament their departure and yes, we should pray for them often. But we shouldn't dwell so deeply upon such vacancies that life itself becomes empty.

Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

I ought to of shot that dog myself, George. I shouldn't ought to of let no stranger shoot my dog.

This was an evil beyond thinking. The killing of a man was not so evil as the killing of a boat. For a boat does not have sons, and a boat cannot protect itself, and a wounded boat does not heal.