Quotes About Loss

Kako žalosten je lov na poražene živali.

Qui è sepolta mezza Sarajevo. Le date di nascita cambiano, quelle di morte si ripetono. Era come un sacco nero, il destino. La morte fece un raccolto straordinario, in quei tre anni. La morte è solitudine e loro furono privati anche di quella privatezza, costretti a crepare a grappoli come insetti. Essere derubati della vita sembrava quasi accettabile, alla fine, ma il furto della morte è un'altra storia... finire alla rinfusa, mischiati come panni sporchi, come frutta marcia.

She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.

Until you have lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.

Until you lose your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

In the end, more than freedom, they wanted security. They wanted a comfortable life, and they lost it all – security, comfort, and freedom. When the Athenians finally wanted not to give to society but for society to give to them, when the freedom they wished for most was freedom from responsibility, then Athens ceased to be free and was never free again.

The Little War? How can there be a little war? Are some deaths smaller than others, leaving mothers who weep a little less?

Like King Midas, I am left with nothing but this unreasonable hope that, somehow, my strange life and my lost family will return to normal.

I feel like... the boy lost somewhere between the torment of memory and a few fragile shards of hope.

She had been swimming in a big pink aquarium, and she never thought that somebody would come along with a hammer and break it until she was gasping for her life and everything she had taken for granted, for permanent, was gone.

It was not that I did not miss Arofa. To this day, I dream about her. I kept seeing her ghost. But I have always believed that if you love a pet, when they die, you find a pet who needs a home, and that is how you show your love. To me, giving love to new cats commemorated her in the only way that mattered.

I realized Grant would not say kaddish for her, so I did, for the next year. As I was reciting the words, which were nonsense to me, day after day, just rhythmic syllables, I began to realize I needed to learn Hebrew. It was maddening and embarrassing that I had no idea at all what I was saying every day, facing east and thinking of my mother whose face I would never see again except in dreams -- in dreams again and again.

In the death of every creature we have loved, we taste our own.

Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment.

I said, I like my life. If I have to give it back, if they take it from me, let me not feel I wasted any, let me not feel I forgot to love anyone I meant to love, that I forgot to give what I held in my hands, that I forgot to do some little piece of the work that wanted to come through.

Avril raised his fine head. 'Yes,' he said. 'My poor Margaret.' His face changed only for an instant. The grief upon it appeared and passed like the shadow of a leaf in the wind, but its intensity was so great that Luke, who was still a young man, was dismayed to learn that it could exist.

No.' He spoke with a tenderness unexpected in him. 'No, lady, no. Put that clean out of your mind. That dear chap and his dog have gone, gone where the dear chaps do go, gone with a few I knew. You've got your own life and you go and live it and make a do of it, as no doubt he'd like you to. Now

Mourning is not forgetting,' he said gently, his helplessness vanishing and his voice becoming wise. 'It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the knot. The end is gain, of course. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be made strong, in fact. But the process is like all other human births, painful and long and dangerous.

boat had swept away most of their catch. Once

Grief isn't like a map you can follow. It's not a simple route with a destination. Sometimes you loop back and find yourself in the exact same place you left.

If grief had a permanence, then didn't also love?

I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.

I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn't love.