Quotes About Loss

But tonight I finally made the connection that change always strolled hand in hand with loss, with upheaval, and that I would always feel it keenly because in the end, I did not live under the same sky as most other people. (p179)

My original inspiration was my mom: a few years after the death of my dad, she started dating one my teachers!

I'm sorry, Heather, but everything was not just fine before I got here. You know how I know that? Because you're dead. Okay? You are dead. Dead people don't have lockers, or best friends, or boyfriends. You know why? Because they're dead.-Suze Simon

Looking at the shell of a young life, she always felt a stab in the heart. And in this job, grief didn't lurk—it swarmed. She now tried to dodge the creeping pain and analyze the scene with fresh eyes.

Sometimes the biggest heartbreak of all is letting go of the time before you knew things could ever be broken.

That's it," Piper said. "That's the end." But I knew it wasn't. They'd left out a chapter. The one where the hero comes home to find me gone.

It might cause considerable surprise to the informed observer (who does not exist) to note that Mr B's eyes begin to fill with tears. They overflow and spill down along the deep soft creases of his careworn face as he sits very still in the centre of the unstill world and weeps rivers of salty water for all the lost souls, including his own.

A boldogság a legrosszabb. Vannak napok, amikor nem tudom rávenni magam az emlékezésre. De a múlt egyetlen apró részletét sem hagyom elveszni.

Pouring breakfast cereal into a bowl, he saw his life crashing down in smoking ruins.

Stavo morendo per la perdita e l'abbandono, sempre di più ogni giorno che passava.

People could not get enough of what they had lost, even if they no longer wanted it.

Everyone simply had to wait patiently in order to lose the people they loved one by one, all the while acting as if they weren't waiting for that at all.

how many of the phrases that came to mind when thinking about his own life, were somehow sea-related. Her interest had ebbed. They were both drowning in their sorrow. He had sunk lower than ever before. The vocabulary of the ocean seemed tailored to loss.

She missed his young, vulnerable, ownable self. You never knew when you were lifting your child for the last time; it might seem like just a regular time, when it was taking place, but later, looking back, it would turn out to have been the last.

We had a good marriage," he said. "I just thought it would be so much longer." Then he shrugged, and coughed away a sob, this thin man in his sixties with the soft androgynous face that aging seemed to bring, as though all the hormones were finally mixed up in a big coed pot because it just didn't matter anymore.

I guess I feel like grief is this huge part of everything," I say in a burst. "But you're supposed to act like it's not.

Because as you get older, life sort of eats away at you like battery acid, and all the things you once loved are suddenly harder to find. And when you do find them, you don't have time to enjoy them anymore, you know?

But the loss of possibilities was always undeniably painful.

Belzhar este singurul mod în care fiecare dintre noi poate avea ceea ce î?i dore?te. Singurul mod în care putem ob?ine din nou lucrul pe care l-am pierdut.

After you slept with a woman, she took away with her a small hunk of you. It wasn't bad, as long as the relationship went on. It was something you didn't mind giving up, because it would always be close by. It was only when things ended that you really felt the loss.

How was it, Cory kept thinking, that when a person died they were no longer anywhere? You could search the entire world and never find them. It was one thing for a body to stop working and be carted away under a sheet; it was another thing for the sense of that person to evaporate. The textural and indisputable sense, as strong but as hard to pinpoint as a gas.

If the point of drawing was to bring your work into the world so that other people could see it and sense what you'd meant to convey, then, no, Gil should not keep giving it a whirl: he should never draw anything again. No whirls. It should be illegal for Gil Wolf to possess charcoal sticks. But if the point was something else, expression or release, or a way to give private meaning to the loss of your son, your child, your boy, then yes, he should draw and draw.

Sometimes you think people will be around forever, and then you lose them with no warning at all.

people could not get enough of what they'd lost, even if they no longer really wanted it.