Quotes About Loss

saying farewell to flesh, farewell to everything caught underfoot and flattened.

we're shooting the scene where i swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. you swallow my heart and flee, but i want it back now, baby. i want it back.

For you, that tree is dead.

We feel dissatisfaction because we have a nagging sense that somehow, somewhere, we've lost something. This is because we really have lost something.

Because every time she looked at me, she saw him, our son, that generous boy, and it was another gut punch bending her over, another parting of her flesh, and I was one of the thousand, and my gift to her now was my echo. (from "Twenty Reasons to Stay and One to Leave")

I understood then that when you miss a thing it leaves a hole that only the thing you miss can fill.

I gave them nothing back because all I knew was the vast amount they had taken from me, robbed me of, cheated me out of, all in the name of a God whose son bore the long hair none of us were allowed to wear any more.

Sometimes when things get taken away from you it feels like there's a hole at your centre where you can feel the wind blow through, that's sure.

I saw kids die of tuberculosis, influenza, pneumonia and broken hearts at St. Jerome's.

It seems to me sometimes that seasons leave us in the way people do, never just gone, but degree by degree, fading like the smell on a loved one's favourite sweater, until the vanishing one day evolves into memory.

I got out without another word and stood in the snow and watched his old car disappear around the bend. His leaving was an ache that stayed with me for days. I would never see him again.

I've come to understand that the pain of a wound or a loss is over as it happens. What follows is the pain of getting well.

I had some once. They didn't pan out. I don't have them anymore.

I understood then how hard years are to get a hold of, how elusive the life in them can be to capture and retell. I understood then too that time does not heal all wounds. I wanted to say it all in one brilliantly executed sentence, encompass all of it in a succinct, effortless rush. But I couldn't. I was at a loss where to begin.

Then the tempest cleared away, and the blue sky appeared once more. Giauna had regained consciousness, and when she saw Kung lying dead beside her she said amid sobs: "He died for my sake! Why should I continue to live?" A-Sung also came out, and together they carried him into the cave. Giauna told A-Sung to hold his head while her brother opened his mouth. She herself took hold of his chin, and brought out her little red pellet. She pressed it against his lips with

Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.

I know I had it - I could feel it, the way you feel blood in your veins - and now I reach for it and reach for it, and it isn't there.

my first wife passed away in the spring of—" and for a moment he is touched with terror. The spring of what? Past? Future? What is any spring but a mindless rearrangement of cells in the crust of the spinning earth as it floats in endless circuit of its sun? What is the sun itself but one of a billion insensible stars forever going nowhere into nothingness? Infinity!

With their mother lying in a coma twenty miles away, they clung together drunkenly and wept for the loss of their father.

It took Emily a long time to realize that Sarah was dead. Sometimes, waking from a dream of childhood filled with Sarah's face and Sarah's voice, she would go and study her own face in the bright bathroom mirror until she found assurance that it was still the face of Sarah's sister, and that it didn't look old.

And when the sobs finally begin they are long, scalding ones, the kind that come again and again.

There's never been anything funny about a woman dying for love.

I'm only interested in stories that are about the crushing of the human heart.

I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.