Quotes About Loss

Once they are gone, they are gone forever. ---- Sheila Colla, referring to our endangered native bees, as noted on the blog Liber Ero (from the book The Humane Gardener)

Only after many years will I recognize that I, too, have survived a loss, and not necessarily intact. The depression and multiple sclerosis awaiting me will suggest that changes in the structural level have already occurred by the time I learn to forgive Daddy for abandoning me without even saying good-bye.

My bald pate bobs and blunders, I bang it when I fall; My cock's gone soft and clammy And I can't hear when they call.

I bowed my head, not knowing what was coming. The dying words of a King were powerful by every magic known to man. But I knew that since it was Arthur, they would be merciful. "He blessed you, Gwen, and he expressed the wish that when your time comes, you be buried with him. In the same grave." The tears ran freely down my face as I felt the love of that strong heart reach out to me, even from death.

If I cry, it's about the personal loss of a friend or something like that. But when it comes to politics - no, I don't cry.

In the limousine on the way to my father's graveside services, I started to cry. My mother slapped me and told me to stop crying. I lacked a model to show me how to feel compassion for my pain.

With his passing, it seemed the sun stopped shining on our family.

Grieving and Mourning. As children being abused, and later as adults struggling to survive, most survivors haven't felt their losses. Grieving is a way to honor your pain, let go, and move into the present.

American spiritualism, -- a movement that at its peak claimed more than a million followers -- was born out of the basic human longing for contact with a loved one lost to death.

Determination, the benign cousin of defiance, drove Lucy to continue enlarging her family to compensate for her lost children.

He was just a sixteen-year old boy who had been killed, a kid whose photo had been in the paper, a kid who would mostly be forgotten by the time the newspaper went into the garbage-yet he was the universe, all the dying, all the crying. He was everyone who had ever died young.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea —e. e. cummings, "maggie and milly and molly and may

I have suffered great losses and have been blessed with great consolations, but whatever life may give me or take away, this is the simple wisdom that will always light my life: I have loved, passionately, fearlessly, with all my heart and all my soul, and I have been loved in return. For me, this is enough.

When hope is lost, the mind protects us with denial, and my denial protected me from facing what I knew.

Anche se finalmente aveva trovato un nome, non era rimasto più nessuno che potesse chiamarlo in quel modo. Eppure Johan era un così bel nome.

Beautiful. All this suffering at the moment of destruction.

We did not go out of each other's lives in a blaze of anger. We simply fell out of the habit of speaking. We lost our common language and so lost everything. There was nothing for us to say.

I was four years old when my mother died. It's young enough that I might never think of her. Old enough that the knowledge would always be with me. And I don't. And it is.

And I wasn't old enough to be wise, so I loved her more, not less, because I knew she would be taken from me soon.

The only cure for grief, someone had once told her, was love.

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.

I once had a lover and his arms were so strong that my skull was crushed in his grip. With his bare hands he plunged between my ribs and took hold of my heart. A wafer between his fingers it dissolved. Sometimes I wake up in the dark and stand in the hall and I can feel the cold draft pass freely through my chest as though there were nothing there.

Death is part of life.

War is a lottery in which nations ought to risk nothing but small amounts.