Quotes About Loss

Dads are just men who have babies but I know he loved me because I felt it go out of me when he crashed. It was like air or blood or bones or something that made me me and it wasnt there any more and I had only half of it now and I didn't know if that was enough.

Most people grow up gradually, over many years, but standing there in the still forest, Nikolas lost his childhood in a second. Nothing makes you grow up quicker than discovering your father is not the man you think he is.

People you love never die. That is what Omai had said, all those years ago. And he was right. They don't die. Not completely. They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide shops in unfamiliar waters. If you stop mourning them, and start listening to them, they still have the power to change your life. They can, in short, be salvation.

He smiled softly. "People you love never die." I had no idea of the sense of his words, but they stayed with me for centuries.

it isn't healthy to walk around no longer familiar streets, looking for memories that have been paved over

The text began to swirl and soon became indecipherable, in fast motion, as she felt herself weaken. She never knowingly let go of the #book, but there was a moment where she was no longer a person #reading it, and a consequent moment where there was no book--or library--at all.

Love is scary because it pulls you in with an intense force, a supermassive black hole which looks like nothing from the outside but from the inside challenges every reasonable thing you know. You lose yourself, like I lost myself, in the warmest of annihilations. It makes you do stupid things – things that defy all logic. The opting for anguish over calm, for mortality over eternity, and for Earth over home.

Experience surrounds innocence and innocence can never be regained once lost.

The past resides inside the present, repeating hiccuping, reminding you of all the stuff that no longer is. It bleeds out from road signs and plaques on park benches and songs and surnames and faves and the covers of books.

When things are taken from us, the stuff that remains has more value. It rises not only in visibility but also intensity. What we lose in breadth we gain in depth.

I have only been in love once in my life. I suppose that makes me a romantic, in a sense. The idea that you have one true love, that no one else will compare after they have gone. It's a sweet idea, but the reality is terror itself. To be faced with all those lonely years after. To exist when the point of you has gone.

Lives are lost in wars but it doesn't mean they shouldn't ever be fought.

Well, you don't see yourself as a bad cat owner any more. You looked after him as well as he could have been looked after. He loved you as much as you loved him, and maybe he didn't want you to see him die. You see, cats know. They understand when their time is up. He went outside becuase he was going to die, and he knew it.

When you die the last thing you want is for your death to leak out and infect those left behind, for those loved ones to become a kind of living dead. And yet, inevitably, that often happens.

I'm sorry,' his other self said, as he sipped his wine and the sun set behind him, 'I've forgotten who you are.' 'Don't worry,' she said. 'So have I.' As she too faded away like the sun that had just been swallowed by the horizon.

My mum died on different dates in different lives. I'd like a life where she is still here. Does that life exist?' Mrs Elm's attention switched to Nora. 'Maybe it does.' 'Great.' 'But you can't get there.' 'Why not?' 'Because this library is about your decisions. There was no choice you could have made that led to her being alive beyond yesterday. I'm sorry.

Grief is a bastard.

In a world where possibility is endless, the possibilities for pain and loss and permanent separation are also endless.

But I still don't get why you let me go into that life if you knew Volts was going to be dead anyway. You could have told me. You could have just told me I wasn't a bad cat owner. Why didn't you?' 'Because, Nora, sometimes the only way to learn is to live.

They die, and so they have impatience.

He loved you as much as you loved him, and maybe he didn't want you to see him die. You see, cats know. They understand when their time is up. He went outside because he was going to die, and he knew it.

The idea that you have one true love, that no one else will compare after they have gone. It's a sweet idea, but the reality is terror itself. To be faced with all those lonely years after. To exist when the point of you has gone.

Esquivaré en mi vida, milagrosamente, el dolor, la desesperanza, la pérdida, el desamor, las penurias, la soledad, la depresión? No. Pero ¿quiero vivir? Sí. Sí, desde luego Mil veces, sí.

They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide ships in unfamiliar waters. If you stop mourning them, and start listening to them, they still have the power to change your life. They can, in short, be salvation.