Quotes About Loss

Life has only one form: forgetting,

She had to treat it like a tactical error, not a human tragedy, because she was not sure that his unfinished jigsaw of a brain understood sadness and loss.

Life is a series of abandonings.

And now I am about to live this truth, because my whole life is going to become a carefully constructed lie. Why? Because I write these words with my brothers' blood on my face. Oh, I washed the stains off weeks ago. No remnant of their loss remains on my skin for anyone to see. But their blood is there. Always, an invisible mark on me.

Nothing's free in this world. Pain is.

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever

The young man had lost his mentor, his home, and his brother, all because of the actions of a single night.

They were suffering from a diminished heart, a diminished soul.

When she lost him, she lost not only her only child but all those decades of sacrifice—she lost her identity and her hope.

Our collective information regarding his death was still limited, which brought forward the sadder fact that, at the end of it all, none of us had actually known Rob as well as we thought we did, as well as we should have, as well as—with just a little more effort—we could have.

He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he who loses courage loses all. — Miguel de Cervantes

And when you give up your dreams, an important part of who you are dies with them, and so does that which makes you unique.

Wars are indeed fought by children, by young people who have little to say in where they are sent to die.

Grandpa Zachary had died.

She'd probably be more upset over the loss of her phone than being kidnapped.

I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Thorpe. But hiring me to bust into someone's home and steal a dog…I'm guessing that breaks all sorts of laws. I could have my license revoked, I could go to jail—" "I'll triple your fee." "I take cash, checks, or major credit cards.

There's nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.

Even heaven is hell without you.

Once, it was different. Once, people had homes and parents and went to schools. Cities existed within countries and those countries had leaders. Travel could be for adventure or recreation, not survival. But by the time I was grown up, the wider context was a sick joke. Incredible, how a slip could become a freefall and a freefall could become a hell where we lived on as ghosts in a haunted world.

There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to relive, certain kinds of connections so deep that when they are broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.

How did I know it had happened? Because of its absence now, because I still felt the loss of it, but I didn't know how to convey that to Borne then, because he had never lost anything. Not back then. He just kept accumulating, sampling, tasting. He kept gaining parts of the world, while I kept losing them.

There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to relive, certain kinds of connections so deep that when they are broken you feel the snap of the link inside you. As

The face that stares back at you from the mirror later in life is so different than when you're young. There's a winnowing away and a shutting down. A sense of something having been taken from you and you don't know exactly what it is, just that it isn't there anymore.

A falcon screamed down from above and speared one of the two, and peeled off to rise again before the survivor had time to evade or mourn the loss, as if there had always been one and not two. As if there had always only ever been one Strange Bird. But from above, even dying, the companion defiant, urging the last on, and blessing the bird that had caught her, for it was only acting as to its nature and there was no cruelty in that.