Quotes About Loss

Sunshine and musk and dusty violets, but so faint. I breathed again: her skin, and her hair, oh dear god her hair…Tears ran down my face, my neck, dripped on my hands onto her shirt. All I had left of her. So faint. So very faint.

Nothing but the sigh of embers into ash.

I know how to look after myself; I have the money to buy whatever I need. Neither of these things is any protection for the raw wound that is grief, and this man sat like a sack of sharp salt in the middle of the only safe place I knew.

Her childhood, her life, and she kept forgetting; her mother's geas kept taking it away. Then she was thinking of her mother, seeing her in the clearing on one of her good days, forget-me-not eyes dancing with light. Mother? She listened. Nothing.

Perhaps there was no magic for faling off your own mount and dying alone and unmasked.

You would look good in the old-fashioned clerical garb, the long black coat and dog collar. Those pale, pale eyes, the way you nod intently and sit so still…" she laughed then, a little brittle vocal shimmer that tried to hide the loss and bewilderment, tried to turn it all into an amusing game. "So here I am, confessing my sins. But what I want isn't forgiveness. Or penance. It's information.

Who would have me? The Crow took everything. For his church, he said." He looked about the rough empty space. "The king smiled and watched.

Autumn, like grief, changes everything.

It was like the village all over again; she had won, but still must leave. She could not bear it.

What he has lost is everything that hasn't happened to him, everything that he is not, but might have been.

The horror of progress can only be measured by someone who has known a landscape before and after progress has transformed it.

It never again mattered to me where I lived after I saw the spacious, dilapidated homes pass away and the wide open, deserted fields of my infancy covered with industrial and human filth.

Eradication of the Best' - we can hardly find a better explanation for decline.

After a certain age, any new friends we make in our attempt to replace the ones we've lost are like glass eyes, false teeth and wooden legs.

The moment when one loses the illusions and passions of youth often leaves regrets, but sometimes we hate the spell that deceived us. So it is that Armida burns and razes the palace where she was enchanted.

Even as a child I had a strong relationship with yearning and desire. And loss. Those things spoke to me.

She was gone, and all that was left was the space you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence. For a long time, it remained hollow. Years, maybe. And when at last it was filled again, you knew that the new love you felt for a woman would have been impossible without Alma. If it weren't for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it.

An average of seventy-four species become extinct every day, which was one good reason but not the only one to hold someone's hand...

What was more brutal than loss of hope?

Grief is a killer, isn't it?" he said. "Brings you right up to the truth.

When my dad divorced my mom it was kind of like him leaving me also.

Day after day I prayed. More and more I remembered the days of her living, and less and less I dwelled on the tragedy of her dying. Gradually peace came to me, and with it a measure of acceptance.

Fifty-two German tanks were completely destroyed, while the British lost none at all and only one squadron was engaged in the fighting.

Since I've been in the U.S. I've lost the back of my heart, 15 ft. of intestine and my marriage - and God, I miss my intestine.