Quotes About Loss

She had to strike the first retaliatory blow in a war nobody else knew they'd been losing all this time. And that meant she had to kill her guardian angel.

Losing twenty-three planets in a day is simply unacceptable.

Thank you.AndGraeae's eggs have been lost as well. What a terrible, filthy thing to do. I hate Adamists. No, that is beneath us. See, Eileen and the marines share our loss. It is not Adamists. Only individuals. Always individuals. Even Edenists have our failures, do we not? Yes. We do, she said, because it was true enough.

The oldest human story of all: I never knew what I had until I lost it.

Hope doesn't die just because a life is lost, or even a million lives.

The AAI scoring system (Main and Goldwyn 1994) classifies individuals into Secure/Autonomous, Insecure/Dismissing, Insecure/Preoccupied, or Unresolved with respect to loss or trauma—categories based on the structural qualities of narratives of early experiences.

is literally going to die of a broken heart.

To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.

When people are going to be taken from you anyway, then it would be better if you had never come to care for them.

The bad thing about death is not that it changes the future. It's that it leaves us alone with our memories.

It grieves my heart.

If a nation loses its storytellers, it loses its childhood.

It was nearly winter. I had just seen a friend die, and was again beginning to take pleasure in my own existence. This friend, who thought of himself as the "first man to experience pain", had nevertheless tried up to the last moment to wish death away. I was thankful for all things and decreed: Enjoy yourself, take advantage of your days of good health.

Sorrow beyond dreams.

I was seven when he hung himself, and I don't remember all that much, and anything I did remember, I've managed to forget.

Great loss is felt by no one

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

How we gentle our losses into paler ghosts.

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

Meager as it is. Nothing to lose as I have. Nothing is something somehow.

I once had a book on the stars but now I don't. My memory serves but not stellar, ha. So I made up constellations. I made a Bear and a Goat but maybe not where they are supposed to be, I made some for the animals that once were, the ones I know about.

Happiness was not a word that seemed to apply anymore, when she had lost so many close to her. There was a contentment that felt deeper, that acknowledged and accepted the quieter offerings of small joys—of love and occasional peace in a life that was full of pain.

Still, some nights I grieved. I grieved as much at what I knew must be the fleeting nature of my present happiness as any loss, any past. We lived on some edge, if we ever lived on a rolling plain. Who knew what attack, what illness. That doubleness again. Like flying: the stillness and speed, serenity and danger.

we can proceed in our lives just as easily from love to love as from loss to loss. A good thing to remember in the middle of the night when you're not sure how you will get through the next three breaths.