Quotes About Loss

Is a person worth more because they have someone to grieve for them?

And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

We are all children until our fathers die.

The only relationships I haven't wrecked right away were the ones that wrecked me later.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.

You don't see him again. Sometimes you worry that he loved you better than any man ever has or will--even if it had nothing to do with you. Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into a cab, every runner along the river, every motorcycle coming and going.

i realize i will never hear from dena again, and i will never call her. it gives me a chill. it is a strange thing to end a friendship, even if you know it's what you want. it's like a death; all of a sudden your experience of a person become finite.

Jenna nodded, wiping tears away with the back of her hand. She leaned toward David and they hugged again. "I was never okay with losing you," she said quietly. "You know that, right?

I wanted to kill someone and I wanted to die and I wanted to run as far and as fast as I could because she was never coming back. She had fallen off the face of the earth and she was never coming back.

Nothing . That's what happens to the stepmother in Cinderella . Nothing.

Of the 1,019 prisoners sent on the last train from Westerbork to Auschwitz, Otto Frank was one of the forty-five men and eighty-two women who survived.

Of the 1,019 Jews who arrived from Westerbork on September 5, 258 men and 212 women survived the selection process. The remaining 549, among them all the children, were killed immediately after their arrival in the gas chambers of Birkenau and their bodies burned in the neighboring crematoria. All eight residents of 263 Prinsengracht survived the first round. Anne, at fifteen years and three months, was among the youngest.

Tell me i'm not losing more of you to him every fucking day. -Seth

Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?" "Choosing." Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. "I'm mine. Not anyone else's." "I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.

Do you like it?" Bananach whispered. "How they want to eat you alive? You took away the last king's mortal. You make the new king mourn for both his mortals.

One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth's been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I've watched you try to pretend it doesn't hurt for every one of them. Can't I try to make you happy?

I don't know when the boys began to walk away with parts of myself in their sticky hands; when loving became a process of subtraction. Or why, having given up what seems so much, I'm willing to lose even more — erasing all this body's known, relearning it with you.

It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone: you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've a million times, you take for granted the days spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to before.

A written language brings precision, forces ideas into steady shapes, secures against loss. Once the words are on the page they are there to be challenged and embellished by those who come across them later.

A third source of urban biological richness is, in fact, the loss of good-quality habitat immediately outside the city perimeter.

that inconsistent of me? No—of course we must regret what we lose, but that does not mean that what we gain is worthless.

Una gelosia em sortia de dins i m'enterbolia, una gelosia de mi mateix, de tot el que havia mort en mi a cada petita estona de respirar; el que jo havia estat, jo l'estimava.

Two years were all we had, love," she whispered, "and we squandered them.