Quotes About Loss

There should have been a better farewell. But in the end, there never is. And we take what meagre scraps we can find.

See? Even dead she makes me a better whatever-the-hell it is I am. A less stupid person. A more considerate monster.

You were a prick and a crook, but no one deserves to go out the way you went. I hope it was over quick and that you tasted like ass all the way down. Amen.

To the dead. Let's think of them always, but not join them too soon.

Nothing nice happens to murdered women.

I've been me for so long, what am I going to be if that's gone?

I suppose I'll get over Janet, but it's going to be a long, sad process finding a new donut place.

They weren't a particularly bright people and disappeared along with their island in a volcanic mishap.

Fuck my old self. My old self got his life stolen by morons and the person he cared about most killed. If I start turning into that asshole again, I'll peel these scars off myself and put a shotgun to my forehead.

Instead they're crying like a school bus full of little French girls whose ice cream all melted.

put the book in my pocket and step away from his body. On one side, Janet takes my hand. On the other, Candy loops her arm in mine. Good thing. Looking at Vidocq lying there, I get that disembodied feeling again, like maybe if someone wasn't holding me I'd blow away on the breeze.

But you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind. So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you , when you live with me as surely as I live with myself.

How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

The families of the missing are doubly burdened: first by the pain of their ordeal, and then by our expectations of them, expectations of a standard of behavior higher than we require of ourselves. As humans, we seek naturally to help fellow creatures in distress. But most of us, whether we are conscious of it or not, expect something back—the flattery of helplessness and of need.

And then something comes over you, and then suddenly it's as if you lift off the planet, and you're far above, looking down, and you've got to find this person, like the needle in the proverbial haystack. It's very strange. I could never express what that felt like. The feeling when you've lost something- that's bad enough. But when you've lost someone, it's awful.

She stood by his bedside and waited for him to die.

But more importantly, I think he remembered how very close I was with my own dad, who had died in 1997.

We must never forget that if the war in Vietnam is lost the right of free speech will be extinguished throughout the world.

men with guns stole our future by killing the best of our leaders, again and again—in one single tragic year, Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy. And day after day, death upon death, they steal our dreams by killing the people we love.

We confuse depression, sadness, and grief. However, the opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality — the ability to experience a full range of emotions, including happiness, excitement, sadness, and grief.2 Depression is not an emotion itself; it's the loss of feelings, a big heavy blanket that insulates you from the world yet hurts at the same time. It's not sadness or grief, it's an illness.

Losing is better then winning if you have to kill yourself in order to win

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.

The only way to remove pain from death is to remove love from life.

We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288