Quotes About Loss

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

For all dead loves and all remembered things. I have travelled through many seas.

Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way," Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.

Older people are wise not only because they have lived longer. They're wise because they have lost more.

One reason that Freud views creativity as a valuable antidote to symptoms—and let us recall that symptoms are, by definition, indicators of psychic inflexibility—is that he believes it to be an active means of mourning loss.

From this perspective, creativity is a means of diffusing and managing loss, of transforming it into something that we can tolerate and live through, and, in the long run, perhaps even use as a basis for new life.

Creativity facilitates the work of mourning.

It is, in other words, in part through painful processes of loss and separation that we arrive at a sense of who we are. Such processes function as "boundary-creating" experiences that build singular and (more or less) self-sufficient psyches.

One way to understand the matter is to recognize that when we mourn, we not only grieve the vanishing of treasured objects, but also those versions of ourselves that thrived within a particular (now lost) relational dynamic. In this manner, loss compels us to discard outmoded facets of the self. While this may give rise to bouts of regret and nostalgia, in the final analysis it serves to replenish the self in that it engenders new inner intensities and unforeseen psychic possibilities.

Death is the Santa Claus of the adult world. Except Santa Claus in reverse. The guy who takes all the presents away.

It felt like she took off running without me. Her fingers clenched in on mine. Then relaxed, like she'd lost all her bones.

Making someone fall out of love, particularly when it is the kind of love that is meant to be, is much harder than murder.

We all know a boy can't daddy until his daddy's dead.

You don't really own anything. Nothing is yours forever, not your body, not your youth, not even your mind.

Adults want to talk about death way less than people my age do. Death is the Santa Claus of the adult world. Except Santa Claus in reverse. The guy who takes all the presents away. Big bag over the shoulder, climbing up the chimney carrying everything in a person's life, and taking off, eight-reindeered, from the roof.

Our happiest and serenest times are now over. My peace and calm are gone, for now I will only ever be able to worry about Sasha.

Why did You bid me drown the letter? I have lost something that he touched, and the destruction of it has gained You nothing, for now I no longer read the words, I hear them, as if he implored me face to face. Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant. Speak to me.

You talked once of bodily dignity.' 'I've seen heads shot off.

Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don't notice it, but, out of the blue, it'll flare to life.

Wendy is still dead. I hadn't understood before: it really doesn't bring them back. Somehow, you think, despite what you know, it will be a trade. Find the person who did the wrong thing and they will suffer instead of the one who was killed. Instead, that person just suffers too.

Killing her and the boys had not been the best way to resolve the custody dispute.

How many cats do you have?" Carly couldn't help but ask. "Oh, only the three right now, the first three I showed you. These others, they've all gone over the Rainbow Bridge." "The Rainbow Bridge?" Carly asked. "Kitty heaven," Hazel whispered. "Oh. I'm sorry for your loss." Carly corrected herself. "Losses.

Their world has changed overnight ...Even after the trial, after the verdict -- whatever it might be -- life would never be the same again. That was the truth of murder.

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.