Quotes About Loss

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

We don't like flowers that donot wilt; they must die, and nineshe-camel hairs aid memory.

Youth never sees its shadow till the sun's about to set: and then you wonder where the person went who you were speaking to in all your thoughts for all those years.

Annie had wondered then if it was true, if the most important things in people's lives were also the most sorrowful, if saying good-bye altered a person in ways that saying 'I love you' could not.

Just remember you will find that one special love that you know is right but for some reason just doesn't last

I was a queen, and you took away my crown a wife, and you killed my husband a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

So it has been, again and again throughout my life, as I form connections with people and then lose them to distance and time. I mourn those losses, even when I know my erstwhile friends are safe and happy among their own kin.

I stand and brush the tears from my eyes. The hen is gone, and the harp that was my mother's, and all of our gold; my husband is gone, too. The castle I shared with him is an empty shell now, robbed of everything that mattered—but I have one last use for

REBECCA: If you sit long enough, maybe everything becomes clear. Maybe you can make sense of all the losses and find one thing you can hold on to. I'm sitting here thinking of everything that has passed, everyone that is gone, and hoping I can find her, my mother. Not because she is my first choice, but because she is my last choice and... my world has gone to shit.

So perished the hope founded on the wonderful being who thus ceased to be. In the study room to which he was never to return, the water buttercups he had brought from the country were still fresh.

You know,sometimes when people leave us,they leave big holes in our hearts.Some people talk about those holes all the time,hoping words will close them up.Other people pretend the hole aren't there,so that maybe they'll heal if they aren't bothered with so much

I am living. I remember you.

Anything I've ever tried to keep by force I've lost.

The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.

there is rarely any rhyme or reason in suicides. They can be a cry for help gone wrong, or a punishment to those you're leaving behind, or one fateful twenty-minute window when you lose your bearings and can't find the reasons to go on.

When someone you love, dies, it's as if they leave you with half shares of your life together. The person you were in their eyes dies with them.

Among self-injurers, at the root of dissociation and behind all of the symptoms of traumatic stress, from numbness to loss of control, is a range of painful childhood experiences, including emotional deprivation, physical neglect, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and childhood loss. Because the combination of pain, shame, and grief from these early experiences often remains unresolved, feelings of dread and emptiness can build up and quickly grow to unbearable proportions.

I was married to someone who wanted me to change. Become more adult, more responsible. I began not to like myself, not like what I do. I lost my identity. Everything began collapsing around me.

When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.

The death of one is a tragedy, but death of a million is just a statistic.

The anticipation of loss is much more frightening than the actual loss as anticipation leaves room for the imagination to create that which, in all likelihood, will never transpire.

Fear gives people their humanity. Fear of loss.

Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.

I think—" Anakin kicked his heel against the polished marble floor. "I think I hate it when I can't stop my men from getting hurt. From dying. I think—