Quotes About Loss

Part of me thinks it is better to go on as we have, to act as though we don't know how ill suited we have been for each other. Less painful that way. Perhaps better than this belated offering. This fragile, trembling little glimpse of how it could have been between us. All it will beget is regret, I tell myself, and what good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

The loss was hard on Hassan—it always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.

The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born. Huddled together in the dining room and waiting for the sun to rise, none of us had any notion that a way of life had ended.

Intotdeauna e mai dureros sa ai si sa pierzi, decat sa nu fi avut deloc.

Laila ascoltava, sperando che la mamma si accorgesse che lei, Laila, non era diventata una shahid, che era viva, lì, nel letto accanto a lei, e che come tutti nutriva una speranza per il proprio futuro. Ma Laila sapeva che il suo futuro non poteva competere con il passato dei fratelli. Le avevano fatto ombra da vivi, l'avrebbero cancellata da morti.

Dio mene misli da je bolje da nastavimo kao i dosad, da se ponašamo kao da ne znamo koliko smo zanemarivali jedno drugo. Tako je manje bolno. Možda je bolje nego ova zakasnjela ponuda. Ovaj krhki, uzdrhtao nagovještaj kako su stvari mogle izgledati izme?u nas. Iz toga ?e se samo izroditi žaljenje, kažem sebi, a kakva korist od žaljenja? Ono ništa ne može vratiti. Ono što smo izgubili je nepovratno.

Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.

I think of him now, ragged and lost, staggering across a desert, the path behind him littered with all the shiny little pieces that life has ripped from him.

All it will beget is regret, I tell myself, and what good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

the flip side of being spared was the agony of wondering who hadn't.

But Mariam's grief wasn't aimless or unspecific. Mariam grieved for this baby, this particular child, who had made her so happy for a while. Some days

Khaled Hosseini

She could not give him his son back. In this most essential way, she had failed him—seven times she had failed him—and now she was nothing but a burden to him. She could see it in the way he looked at her, when he looked at her. She was a burden to him.

A lot of kids died. Dysentery, TB, hunger—you name it. Mostly, that damn dysentery. God, Laila. I saw so many kids buried. There's nothing worse a person can see.

She would never leave her mark on Mammy's heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.

She said, 'I'm so afraid.' And I said, 'Why?,' and she said, 'Because I'm so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.' I asked her why and she said, 'They only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something from you

Pentru tine aÈ™ face-o È™i de o mie de ori! a zis. Apoi mi-a zâmbit cu zâmbetul lui de Hassan È™i a disp?rut dup? colÈ›. Nu aveam s?-i mai v?d zâmbetul neruÈ™inat, decât dou?zeci È™i È™ase de ani mai târziu, într-o fotografie È™tears?, f?cut? cu un Polaroid.

Khaled Hosseini

Insa Maya continua sa poarte negru pentru ca exista un fel de doliu care nu se termina niciodata. Dupa cum exista si sentimente si amintiri care nu se sterg niciodata. Doar se estompeaza cu timpul. Nu mai incerca sa scape de trecut, din moment ce acesta era fundamentul pe care se ridicau prezentul si viitorul.

With the passing of time, she'd tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory's grip. She would not miss him as much as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion.

Now I was free to do as I wished, but I found the freedom illusory, for what I wished for the most had been taken from me. They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind. And now that I had fulfilled mine, I felt aimless and adrift.

thought, She's your wife. My mother, we buried. But he knew to stifle those words before they came

Khaled Hosseini

I'm sorry," Laila says, marveling at how every Afghan story is marked by death and loss and unimaginable grief. And yet, she sees, people find a way to survive, to go on. Laila thinks of her own life and all that has happened to her, and she is astonished that she too has survived, that she is alive and sitting in this taxi listening to this man's story.