Quotes About Loss

Life is like gathering berries into an apron with a hole. Why do we keep on? Because the berries are beautiful, and we must eat to survive. We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

This is life, uh? We lose something here; we get something there. The trick is to stop looking in the old place to find the new thing.

I would try to find joy despite the necessary work of grieving, and I knew full well that work was exactly the right word to describe it. It was John's life that was over, not mine.

I understood, that he was right in asking to be cremated. For if he was nowhere, he could be everywhere. As in, with me.

We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

Lincoln sits on the chair and removes his shoes. Then he climbs in bed beside his mother, who does not respond. Jason hopes no one comes in and tells Lincoln to get off the bed. Because he would have to kill that person. He sits in the chair and watches as Lincoln touches his mother's hand, then holds it. The puppy has a name, he tells her. Nothing. Lincoln moves closer to Abby and closes his eyes.

You know your parents are going to die, but they are going to die later. They are going to die sometime. But that time will not come until you no longer need them. While you still need them, or might need them, they will have the good taste and

sometimes grief made people eat a lot, grief and the realization that life really did come to an end.

What's the point in loving anything when it will just change or be taken away?" I asked. And she said, "The point in loving is only that. And when you lose something, you have to remember that then there is room for the next thing. And there is always a next thing, Cece. I wish you would believe me.

You know, Arthur," his mother said, "in time, you will find that little bits of happiness will make their way inside you and stay there. One little thing, and then one thing more. And then you'll realize that you're okay. You'll be okay, son, I promise you. You'll never forget him and you'll never stop missing him. But you'll be okay. And for you to be okay doesn't take a single thing away from Frank.

There was in it a moment of indignity, nearly comedic - a feeling that I had lost my balance. But I had not.

And when you lose something, you have to remember that then there is room for the next thing. And there is always a next thing.

She walks away, and Arthur stares at the headstone. "Isn't that something?" he asks Nola. "We have a family.

You couldn't keep up with life. It was like fabric running through a sewing machine, everything slipping through your fingers and moving away from you.

I don't hold Travis anymore, of course- not to read to him, or for any other reason, either. I wish I'd known that the last time was going to be the last time.

No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.

When you love someone, it's never over,' Dr. Carruthers replied gently. 'You move on, because you have to, but you bring him in your heart.

abandoned since the sudden disappearance of the hamster last Tuesday) and the pink plastic pig that had been sliced down the middle

My heart was broken so badly last time that it still hurts. Isn't that crazy? To still have a broken heart almost two years after a love story ends? 

So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it.

He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes.

But why must everything have a practical application? I'd been such a diligent soldier for years - working, producing, never missing a deadline, taking care of my loved ones, my gums and my credit record, voting, etc. Is this lifetime supposed to be only about duty? In this dark period of loss, did I need any justification for learning Italian other than that it was the only thing I could imagine bringing me any pleasure right now?

This is what I've found about life, as I've gotten older: you start to lose people, Angela. It's not that there is ever a shortage of people - oh, heavens no. It is merely that - as the years pass - there comes to be a shortage of your people. The ones you loved. The ones who knew the people that you both loved. The ones who know your whole history. Those people start to be plucked away by death, and they are awfully hard to replace after they go.

This person had arrived, he had illuminated her, he had ensorcelled her with notions of miracle and beauty, he had both understood and misunderstood her, he had married her, he had broken her heart, he had looked upon her with those sad and hopeless eyes, he had accepted his banishment, and now he was gone. What a stark and stunning thing was life- that such a cataclysm can enter and depart so quickly, and leave such wreckage behind!