Quotes About Loss

How monumental Lydia's grief had been when her father died! It terrifies her now, to think of it, how deeply formative that single loss was in her earlier life. Now there are sixteen more. When she thinks of this, she feels as tatty as a scrap of lace, defined not so much by what she's made of, but more by the shapes of what's missing.

TODA MI FAMILIA ESTÁ MUERTA POR MI CULPA

The absolute absence of him feels like unmitigated terror.

defined not so much by what she's made of, but more by the shapes of what's missing

what's left is only the beloved, familiar shape of him, empty of breath.

that line his abuela's street. He's

Less than two weeks ago, dirt on the floor in her hallway was a thing that could annoy her. It's unimaginable. The reality of what happened is so much worse than the very worst of her imaginary fears had ever been.

This is not the kind of thing that happens, ever. Not even here. Do you know anyone else who's lost sixteen family members in one day?" Meredith glares at him, but he plows ahead. "We have to help them. If the suffering of our friends means

Less than two weeks ago, dirt on the floor in her hallway was a thing that could annoy her. It's unimaginable.

No tienes nada, no puedes tener ni retener nada, y he aquí lo que necesitas amar y saber. He aquí lo que corresponde a un saber de amor. Ama lo que se te escapa, ama a aquel que se va. Ama que se vaya

If there could be anything worse than having a parent die, it would be having a parent who never bothered to meet you.

And then last autumn his heart had stopped working properly. The veterinarian said that they just had to care for him and love him, and Batty had loved him, and loved him, and loved him, but it hadn't been enough. No one in her family had ever said that Hound's dying was her fault, but she knew the truth. She hadn't been able to keep him with her, to stop him from leaving her behind.

It wasn't a rock. It was a dog's rubber bone, left behind months ago to be buried first under autumn leaves, then winter snow. Just an old rubber bone, but Batty was already braced for what she knew would come—the rushing in her ears, the stab in her stomach, and the seeping away of the colors from her world. The soft blue spring sky, the yellow forsythia hedge, even Ben's bright red hair—all dulled, all gray and wretched.

Lydia stopped dancing - struck, paralyzed by a sensation of no longer being here, this night, now. A feeling that she was instead living inside a memory, of a precious place and time, one lost and greatly mourned. As strange as this was, Lydia knew what was happening to her. It could be nothing else: Already she was homesick for Arundel, and could hardly bear it.

Jane breaking Jérôme's heart

Is there anything more horrible than death?

History does seem to be just one long succession of murders, doesn't it?

Death can do that, make reality as hard to hold on to as water dripping through your fingers.

And I don't think anybody ever gets over loss. I think you get through it. You let it get through you.

You never know how the loss will come -- whether he will lose you or you him, but it is a certainty that there will be a shattering involuntary separation. Death is the abandonment caused not by betrayal but by fidelity.

I said it grieved me to part from anything that mattered to me, yet I welcomed the grief because it meant I had felt deeply and needed to express it. 'I even had trouble leaving the Parthenon,' I told him ... 'because it was so beautiful and I knew I'd never see it again.

Discordantly—out of the mists—he heard her voice: "Dead faces," she said whitely, "they're all the same. . . . They don't, I mean, tell of the person as they were alive.

When people kill themselves, they think they're ending the pain, but all they're doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.

Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being. (109)