Quotes About Loss

You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.

Love, despair, anger, or insanity." Erik counted them off on his fingers. "Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

Stripped of monarchy and magic spells, he was just a man in a mad world looking for the girl who shared his heart.

Some people were crying because they could not find their loved ones.

The one thing I could never allow was loss of control, because control was my only saviour.

but now it all floods back—the euphoria of loving her, the agony that she's leaving, that i'll lose her

Money sure does fix things, doesn't it? Except for things that can't be fixed. Like broken hearts.

Then what is there for you? What is there for you if he does not love you?" Nothing.

Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like good. A beautiful thing like this rose: I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost.

The whole thing was like a divorce. When we divided everything up, Courtney got my dignity, and I got the heartache.

The days after that, I felt so many different things, sad, angry. Guilty, but for the mostly just numb, like part of me was dead.

Cette fleur parfaite, j'ai presque envie de la manger, de l'avaler pour remplacer la beauté que j'ai perdue.

It's hard when you lose someone. I've had it happen. It changes your world, everything, but it doesn't change who you are. People who are heroes are still heroes. They may get more heroic. People who are the opposite—well, watch out.

When he left us, he stole all the words.

I need to confront my loss, not run away from it. I wanted to wade in with my eyes open and all my senses alert. I wanted to register everything, from the giant waves of sorrow to the inkiest ripples of remorse. I didn't want to miss any of it.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; love leaves a memory no one can steal.

From across her husband's open grave I had thought she exuded a certain foxy mystique, but now, to my disappointment, she looked just like every other mother I knew.

I made Mommy put a blanket in there with him...A blanket and a flashlight...So he'll be warm and not scared of the dark. Just till he gets to God's house. - thoughtful 4 year old, Abby Delaney

Christmases after his death were usually as unpredictable as they were untenable. It depended on how early in the day—or the evening before—her mother decided to start the festivities and who the guests would be—Jim Beam, José Cuervo or Jack Daniel. If the year had been especially successful, Johnnie Walker might replace all the others.

This is grief. You feel ripped in half. Half of you wanting to retreat, to disappear, to find a place where no one asks questions. And then there's the part of you that wants to remember, has to remember because if you don't, not only will the day cease to exist but so will the reality of that moment.

We are what We have lost

We are what We have lost ? Alex Kuo

I don't know. I got nothing. No house, no people, no place. Maybe that's troubles. Don't I say?

Sadly, we are losing the "soul" of our communities, ignoring the danger that when a community (or society) loses its soul, it loses itself.