Quotes About Loss

If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appal you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back.

And a part of you wished it would just end, said the monster, even if it meant losing her. Conor nodded, barely able to speak.

never got to meet Siobhan Dowd. I only know her the way that most of the rest of you will – through her superb books. Four electric young adult novels, two published in her lifetime, two after her too-early death. If

war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appal you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning." "War makes monsters of men,

His Noise saying, No, no, not now, not NOW- And then he says, Viola? "I'm here, Todd," I say, my voice breaking, shouting with desperation. "I'm here!" And he says Voila? again- Asking it- Asking like he's not sure I'm there- And then his Noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.

Here is the boy, running. Here was the boy, drowning.

Death is suddenly objectionable to you when the dead has a name you know?

Drew missed Peter when he left, but it was like missing a hole.

That is what death is, a state of constant hunger, for the things you've left behind, for your memories, for life.

And at last he spoke the final and total truth. [...] "I don't want you to go", he said again. And that was all he needed to say. He leaned forward onto her bed and put his arm around her. Holding her. He knew it would come, and soon, maybe even this 12.07. The moment she would slip from his grasp, no matter how tightly he held on. Butnot this moment, the monster whispered, still close. Not just yet. Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

I want her so much, my heart feels heavy, like i'm grieving. Is this what they meant about that stomach feeling? They didn't say it felt this sad.

My heart is broken, broken in a way that will never be healed, broken in a way that feels like it's going to kill me, too, right here on this stupid, freezing beach

By the end of October, the night riders had forced out all but a handful of the 1,098 members of the African American community - who left in their wake abandoned homes and schools, stores and livestock, and harvest-ready crops standing in the fields. Overnight, their churches stood empty, the rooms where they used to sing "River of Jordan" and "Go Down Moses" now suddenly, eerily quiet.

Marietta believed that Sophie Sackler had been the last thing that held the three of them together. "It seemed to me that her strong, matriarchal force had maintained the vision of family togetherness," she wrote. "When she was gone,

more Americans had lost their lives from opioid overdoses than had died in all of the wars the country had fought since World War II.

I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.

Viajé, amé, perdí, confié y me traicionaron...

Some thing had eaten all the perfect soap she'd made. It dared come here, into the proper place for soap, and eat it all. She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

Bad business last night. Chances are, that would be all Graham had to say about the death of a man he had known his whole life. These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

I can tell the whole thing in one breath. I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

As my father used to say: "There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend.

Auri merely stood there for a long moment. She thought that she might cry, but when she felt around inside herself she found she had no crying left. She was full of broken glass and burrs.