Quotes About Loss

If that happens to us," she whispered, unable to wrap her mind around the idea of a life so long and so full of tragedy, "if we feel ourselves, who we are together, becoming lost in time, I don't want to Sleep. I want to say good-bye when I'm still me and you're still you.

Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him?

His voice had fallen into the guttural range. "She is not you. No one will ever be what you are to me." Her heart broke. Into a million tiny pieces.

It wasn't simply about the sex any longer, wasn't simply about assuaging the skin hunger that haunted them both. It was about saying good-bye to a dream that had never had a chance.

Raw pain scored his insides, but the bear was in agreement with the man: as long as Silver lived, he could take the pain, take the loss that would haunt him always. He had this big body for a reason. It could take a lot of punishment. As long as she breathed, he'd survive. He'd watch over her from afar, and he'd survive because his mate was alive.

There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

There would be no more presents of fossils or bribes of sweet desserts, no more ambushing kisses, no more challenges, no more Drew. The rocks in her gut turning to blocks of ice, she took a step toward the den, intent on following his fading scent.

If this is death, Guild Hunter, then I will see you on the other side." He'd said that to her as she lay dying in his arms. Now, she whispered, "Wherever you go, I'll follow." She'd lost too many people she loved, survived too much death.

Fragments swam in his blood, weaving their way through his entire system. A system devoid of wildfire. Devoid too of the golden lightning. Uncaring of the loss and of the agony in his chest, he opened his eyes . . . and looked into those of liquid silver.

If you do that, I won't ever let you go." If the physical connection had sealed them together, this would turn that seal into an unbreakable glue. "Even my death won't free you." The psychic scars would be irreparable. "Whether we bond or not, your loss would change me forever." A quiet voice that held so much power it vibrated with it. "You are written indelibly on my soul, Zaira. Nothing will ever alter what you are to me.

I can't bury someone I love again. Not ever." He pressed his lips to hers. "Please don't make me, Holly.

If I lose him, I'll break." His mind touched hers. You can't break, Ivy. You're the only home my Arrows know—no matter what, that home must survive.

If she was gone, this was it for him. He had lived over a thousand five hundred years. It was enough. If Lijuan had risen monstrous while he and Elena slept, he'd do what he could to burn out that scourge because Elena would want him to do that, but he would not live thousands of years without her. He could not live another day without her.

Whether we bond or not, your loss would change me forever.... You are written indelibly on my soul, Zaria. Nothing will ever alter what you are to me.

I don't want to be in a world where he doesn't get to survive. How is that in any way fair?

When she closed the door, she took the happiness with her.

And he held her all night long, his bear's heart tearing itself into a million pieces.

I don't want any more murdered women in my family, Raphael." It came out a painful rasp. "I've had enough.

Those who saw mortals as weak and without courage had never spoken to one who'd experienced loss such as this, a loss rare among angelkind.

He's a sick old man who's lost everything and everyone. You have a huge heart, Gabriel—find room in it to be kind.

Last night, she had died.

And when it was over, he'd have destroyed the most beautiful thing he'd encountered, that he'd felt, in all eternity.

Skin chilling, she realized he had no more in him.

I never saw her down, you know? But those last two times, it was like she was . . . fading. As if someone was stealing her spirit.