Quotes About Loss

The reality is people have always died in large numbers in natural disasters such as avalanches, earthquakes, and tornadoes.

Los sueños nos enseñan que nuestro ser querido no es, en esencia, la persona enferma de la que nos despedimos entre lágrimas en el hospital. Ni tampoco es el cuerpo que vimos en el tanatorio. Nuestro ser querido está sano y salvo, es la persona que conocimos y que echamos de menos ahora.

acknowledging all that has been lost and learning to live with that loss. It would be too soon for Keith to be able to accept this situation. He can acknowledge the reality of the loss

As you grow stronger, it may return from time to time, but that is how grief works. A

Somos culpables de haber destruido muchos dones de la naturaleza y de haber perdido toda espiritualidad.

Tu ser querido fue fuerte para pasar por todo lo que pasó mientras combatía la enfermedad. Y fue todavía más fuerte cuando finalmente se dejó ir hacia lo desconocido, muriendo con fuerza, no con debilidad.

The five stages - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance - are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

My mother-in-law's last night on earth, a fox crossed our path in Branford, Connecticut, as we left the hospice. We knew somehow that it was her, as I now know the ravenous hawk came to take Ficre. Do I believe that? Yes, I do. Poetic logic is my logic. I do not believe she was a fox. But I believe the fox was a harbinger. I believe that it was a strange enough occurrence that it should be heeded. Zememesh Berhe, the quick, red fox, soon passed from this life to the next.

Perhaps tragedies are only tragedies in the presence of love, which confers meaning to loss.

I remove my wedding rings and put them in the jewelry box. So many others have done this. I am not the only one. I am not the only one. But here, I am the only one.

You know before you know, of course. You are bending over the dryer, pulling out the still-warm sheets, and the knowledge walks up your backbone. You stare at the man you love and you are staring at nothing; he is gone before he is gone.

You must never check for a person's pulse using your thumb, or you'll feel your own heartbeat. Actually, I plan on doing that if I'm the one who's here when Ruth dies. I plan on giving her my heartbeat before I let her go.

No one could ever be for me what [he] had been because he had known me when, and that had kept me away from the true reality of my years.

She honestly wondered sometimes which fate was worse, death or standing behind a curtain and looking out at the street at all the things you felt you could no longer have.

He tells her that, when Nola first died, he thought he'd die himself, of the sorrow. He says he'd read that grief has a catabolic effect and he thought for sure it would take him right out, this immense and gnawing pain, that it would eat him alive from the inside out. But it didn't. It took a long time for him to shift things around so that he could still love and honor Nola but also love and honor life, but it happened. And it will happen to her.

Nothing helped until the day she took a tablet and pencil into the basement and moved the event out of her and onto paper, where it was reshaped into a kind of simple equation: loss equaled the need to love again, more.

Who doesn't long for one more time of seeing someone they've loved and lost? And yet what would you say, what would you do, if it were possible?

I miss you," he says. "I still miss you, sweetheart. Every day is like the first day I lost you.

My mother lost too much and repaired herself in the only way she was able to repair herself. That in fact she is repairing herself, hour by hour.

I do not believe the loss of a child is something one ever overcomes. One puts on the faces one needs, but inside, one bleeds and bleeds.

Steven sits back in the booth, crosses his arms. "My wife was cremated." "Your wife…?" "She died when Maddy was two weeks old." "Oh, my. My goodness. That's a hard one. Boy, oh, boy. That must have been hard." "It never goes away. Never does." Arthur leans forward. "The pain, you mean?

He tells her that, when Nola first died, he thought he'd die himself, of the sorrow.

She believes that her last chance for love just died, and her last chance was her first love, and there is something about that that is awfully hard to bear. Think about it. To know you're at the end of hoping for love and to realize that something else will have to do, if you're going to have any reason to go on.