Quotes About Loss

But in the presence of Casey's mother, Ella felt her mother's loss far more profoundly than she'd thought possible.

It did not occur to her to argue with these kinds of well-wishes that she would've given up nearly everything if her mother could have been alive. No one wanted to see how she might be missing something, too-that if Ella were to run away, she had no mother who'd search for her.

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all of them had lost the home in their minds for good.

After Isak died, Yoseb had become a different man—sullen, brooding, and uninterested in anything but work.

Yoseb was almost unrecognizable from the boy she had loved from girlhood. He had become this cynical, broken man—something she could never have predicted. So it was only at the restaurant that Kyunghee behaved like herself. Here, she teased Kim like a younger brother and giggled with Sunja while they cooked. Now, even this place would be gone.

She would have uprooted herself to have seen the world with him, and now she was seeing it without him.

Now that he was gone, Sunja held on to her father's warmth and kind words like polished gems.

She had loved Hansu, and then she had loved Isak. However, what she felt for her boys, Noa and Mozasu, was more than the love she felt for the men; this love for her children felt like life and death. After Noa had gone, she felt half-dead. She could not imagine any mother feeling differently.

not believing that a person you loved—yes, he had loved her—could end up being someone you never knew.

He had expected to have a long life with her, not a few years. Who would he tell when a customer did something funny? Who would he tell that their son had made him so proud, standing on crutches and shaking the hands of grown-ups and being braver than any other person in the room?

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Not to be weird, but I still have an ongoing relationship with my mom, even though she passed away, and I've been surprised at how much I've been able to convey to her. Now I sound like a total weirdo, but that's true.

I always knew I wanted kids, but when my mom passed away I was like, 'I want a bunch of kids. I want three kids or four kids, and I want to have that relationship again.' I can't bring my mom back, but I can have children.

Anyone who's lost someone to cancer will say this, that you have to struggle to try to remember the person before the diagnosis happened, because they really do change - as anyone would change.

Until I realized: this long expanse of free time to rekindle friendships is not real. We will never come home to each other again and we will never again have each other's undivided attention. That version of our friendship is over forever. And when I remember this, and it usually happens in those awful, quiet evening hours on Sunday nights, after dinner but before bed, I just lie on my sofa and cry for half an hour.

Albums that remind me of my childhood happiness make me incredibly sad now.

I will miss her dearly, and I hope that she is up in heaven right now watching us and smiling, even though deep down I know that if there is an afterlife, she's a pretty much open-and-shut case for hell.

We will never come home to each other again and we will never again have each other's undivided attention. That version of our friendship is over forever.

at that point I was missing my mother viscerally, painfully. When I was pregnant, I had enough time to visualize taking care of my daughter without a husband. That was easy. Most of my friends' husbands don't even change diapers. But not having a mom around to support me was torture. It felt especially cosmically mean that my mother had been an obstetrician and gynecologist and I'd had a tough delivery.

Because I think that it finally dawned on me that I have a child who will never know her grandmother, the person who was the closest to me in the world. And I was about to start this journey with my daughter by myself without the help of my mother. I was going to raise her alone, and I was terrified.

THEY KIDNAP AND MURDER MY HUSBAND ON OUR HONEYMOON My new husband and I are vacationing in Buenos Aires.

At least at times of loss, we are reminded of our priorities, of our many blessings. In times of gain, we can so often lose our way.

And so our reunion was like countless others: the tear of joy were mixed with tears of sorrows, the laughing merging with the weeping. For every one of us who rejoiced at finding a loved one alive, there was someone else who mourned the dead. And those who had survived often had taken the place of someone more worthy who had die.