Quotes About Loss

Catherine was there, waiting. Catherine would take the pain away. Catherine would hold him and soothe the heartache; she would understand and share the sense of overwhelming loss he felt. She was his life, his sanity. God … how he needed her.

We knew you were gone. We figured out it was something problematic. But mum was the word." According to Margie Pielsticker, "All of a sudden she was gone. We were told that she was at home, sick. No one knew why. Those were the years when you didn't talk about mental illness.

He loved me, Mama. He just didn't know how things fall down around me like they do. I think he did the right thing. He gave himself another chance, that's all.....I was trying to say it's all right that Cecil left. It was...a relief in a way. I never was what he wanted to see, so it was better when he wasn't looking at me all the time.

That's what this is about. It's somebody I lost, all right, it's my own self. Who I never was. Or who I tried to be and never got there. Somebody I waited for who never came. And never will.

Marshall, I wish you had taught me two years ago what you taught me this morning. I wouldn't have had to kill my best friend.

Who are we without our memories?

And my love follows you though the skyless night of the street, like the memory of a dog you once had that died.

Meses más tarde Lourdes Ruiz, la Reina del Albur, se murió de un infarto a poco de haber cumplido 47 años.)

que se te muera un hijo es alegría. Y creo —ahora, sin más dudas, creo— que todo lo que pueda decir sobre la esclavitud es redundante.

she also shed her youthful need to exaggerate, flaunt her wit, and trot out erudition. She still sent poems to mark an event or nudge someone to write, but her poems became less about what happened and more about what she was thinking. Poems sent in letters . . . rose above daily concerns to larger contemplations on nature, faith, and loss. Images of boats, sailors, and the view from shore appeared frequently.

No one else can take risks for us, or face our losses on our behalf, or give us self-esteem. No one can spare us from life's slings and arrows, and when death comes, we meet it alone.

You never know when family won't be around anymore, you know?

Christianity, Judith answered, is a lie of consolation. There's no consolation for what we've already lost — all of us …

You are unique, and if that is not fulfilled, then something has been lost.

Losing one's mind is surely like losing one's virginity. Lose a little, lose a lot.

Tom says to Richard: You asked what I missed about the job. And that's it. But his tone had changed. The vanished fame, the lost acclaim, the old success.

Love was rather terrifying. Something so hard to find should not be so easily lost.

It hit me then that my family is gone, really gone, and even though I have ll these kids, they'll never know my family, so in a way they'll never know me, because they don't know me with my family. I don't have a context for my children.

People who don't honor their losses don't grieve. They may lose all joy in living, but they don't actively mourn, and this means that they don't heal.

Somehow we feel the earth should stop spinning and acknowledge our grief.

It is a bittersweet joy, but real nonetheless—the way our lost loves are forever in our hearts and minds. They are, in fact, constant to our consciousness in a way they couldn't be when they were alive, because then we depended on their comings and goings—the highs and lows of their being with us, the vagaries of presence and convenience. But

The greatest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

Though the loved one has died, the memory, the sense of the person's presence, has not—nor the possibility, after a while, of taking continuing joy not only in the reminiscences from the past, but in the extension of the person's spirit into our ongoing lives.

So maybe the experience of loss not only helps clarify what is important to us, but also helps us know where we are and the direction in which we want to go. In