Quotes About Loss

A death without being a loss to anybody is the most unworthy death.

Het is geen luipaard, het is een cheeta. Het is Charlie. Mijn cheeta... mijn huischeeta... Ik heb vreselijk gehuild toen hij wegging.' - Nick 'De echte cheeta is bij je weggegaan. Maar de geest, de daemon die hem naar je toe heeft gebracht, gaat nooit weg. De daemon is je beste vriend.' - Claire

De waarheid is dat William Macfarlane vond dat hij schuldig was aan Alice' dood, ook al kon hij er nog zo weinig aan doen. - Leo

Leo... denk je dat William opnieuw geboren zal worden? Zal ik hem ooit weer zien? - Claire/Alice

Onwillekeurig moest Claire aan William Macfarlane denken, zijn gezicht, zijn stem en zijn aanraking. Wat zou zij doen om hem terug te krijgen? vroeg ze zich af. 'Alles,' antwoordde haar Alice-zelf. 'Alles...

Claire kreunde zacht in zichzelf en wiegde heen en weer. Na al die jaren was ze eindelijk iemand tegengekomen van wie ze werkelijk hield, die ze met heel haar hart wilde. En hij was al eeuwen dood.

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you...

Speak to me, fair maid! Speak and do not go! What sorrows have your eyes inlaid With such black woe? My dam is buried deep Dark are my father's halls And carrion fowl and wolves now keep Their ruined walls From: The Lay of Andomian and Beruldh

todos a los que cuidamos y amamos han de morir. ¿Y no es todo nuestro canto un lamento porque todo lo que es verde y bello ha de pasar, como las sombras sobre una llanura, sin dejar rastro? ¿Qué canción, por bella que sea, puede aliviar esta angustia?

Nothing is ever truly gone... Not for me, nor for any human being. We can only go forward, unless we are guests in some enchantment that is not is ours. We are condemned to an endless present, and we can never go back-the source of all our joy, and all our sorrow." -Hem at Zelika's grave

The hope that grief counselors and clergy try to make you feel. The phrases well-meaning friends throw at you. She's out there, watching over you, gazing down at you. She's with you, every day, living again in every memory. . . . It's all a bunch of crap.

a couple with a missing child, like any couple anywhere with any missing child. They have nothing.

I've lost twenty-eight pounds since Emily's death. I've stopped coloring my hair and wearing makeup and I had the bolt-ons removed, and so I am literally no longer the woman I once was. There is no reason to watch me. No flattering reason, anyway.

At the time, she'd been pregnant with her first child, a girl, which made her sympathize with me instead of the rich golden-haired boy with the angelic blue eyes and the premed major. I couldn't imagine anything worse, she had told me in the squad car, than losing a daughter like that.

If you're a karma person, then Ed and Natalie deserved nothing but sunshine and rainbows for the next hundred years. But all they got was enough happiness to know how awful it is to lose it.

There was loss wherever she looked, even in the world of her imagination.

Your heart literally hurts when it's breaking. You can feel it, every beat another ache, and nothing you can do will stop it, either from beating or breaking.

There comes a point at which you stop giving things up. That is what i won't give up. None of it will i give up, for my beautiful sister Ivy who lies in bed. Ivy who used to be alive. Ivy who used to be. Ivy who used. Ivy who. Ivy-who-is-not-me. Not me. Not me. Not me.

The world should have stopped, but it didn't. The world kept on going. How can the world just keep on going? An earthquake in India kills a thousand people, and the world keeps on going. A famine in China kills a million people, and the world keeps on going. The twin towers of the World Trade Center buckle and fall, and the world, the world keeps on going.

I waste so much time sleeping. And time is of all losses the most irrecuperable, for it can never be redeemed.

How sad it was not to know how happy you were until it was too late.

If only the Fates had granted him a longer stay in this