Quotes About Loss

The world went on. People left and people died and people went to memorial services and put orange blocks of cheese into their purses. People confessed to you that they were hungry all the time. And then you got up in the morning and pretended that none of it had happened.

Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely. I thought about my mama. Thinking about her was the same as the hole you keep on feeling with your tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where i felt like she should be.

How many times, Edward wondered, would he have to leave without getting the chance to say goodbye?

Dan selama perjalanannya itu, ia jadi tahu- bahwa hati yang paling rapuh sekalipun dapat belajar menyayangi, kehilangan, dan menyanyangi lagi

How did anybody say goodbye to someone they loved? But that was what the world demanded, wasn't it? Again and again, the world insisted upon betrayals, goodbyes. How could anyone bear it?

That way, if my mama ever came back, I could recognize her, and I would be able to grab her and hold on to her tight and not let her get away from me again.

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away. Where, for instance, were his brothers now? He did not know; he could not say. Madam

It was important to me to hear how Littmus survived after losing everything he loved.

It is all gone , though Peter. All of it is gone! And there is no way to get it back. 'Eat,' said Leo Matienne again, very gently. Peter looked the truth of what he had lost full in the face. And then he ate.

I don't understand,' said Despereaux. 'And you will not understand until you lose what you love...

tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where I felt like she should be. When I told Gloria Dump about Otis and how he got arrested, she laughed so hard she had to grab hold of her false teeth so they wouldn't fall out of her mouth.

At the last moment, Antoinette came out of her faint and shouted one word to her child. That word, reader, was adieu... Adieu is the French word for farewell. "Farewell" is not the word you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by two oversize mice in black hoods... "Farewell" is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

Where had Mrs. Borkowski's should gone? (p. 139)

Kate DiCamillo

Mig watched her father walk away, the red table cloth billowing out behind him. He left his daughter. And, as you already know, he did not look back. Not even once.

If you have not left your home in the middle of the night without even giving it a backward glance; if you have not left your cat and your friends and also a one-eyed dog named Buddy without getting to tell any of them good-bye; if you have not stood on the side of the road in Georgia, somewhere just past the irrevocable state line, and waited for someone to come along and give you a ride, well, then you cannot understand the desperation that was in my heart that day.

Who was I without the Flying Elefantes? Who was I without Granny? And who was I without a curse upon my head?

It was because he had not loved Abilene enough. And now she was gone from him. And he would never be able to make it right.

Poetry was nothing but words to say over a grave, something to throw into a hole in the ground.

How could people send their children away? How did anybody say goodbye to someone they loved? But that was what the world demanded, wasn't it? Again and again, the world insisted upon betrayals, goodbyes. How could anyone bear it?

But, reader, we must not forget that Kind Phillip loved the queen and that without her, he was lost. This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.

was important to me to hear how Littmus survived after losing everything he loved.

Do not mourn over the happiness you were fortunate enough to possess, lest you turn that joy into grief. Be glad that you had what others may never in their lives experience. The gods have dealt kindly with you, Daughter.

That was why I kept stealing books out of the parlor and returning them. For the only books I ever took were my father's journals. Didn't I have some right to them, being that they, and I, were all that remained of him?