Quotes About Loss

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

It's every man for himself," he said, and went back to reading. After my mother had died and he'd been laid off from his machinist job over in Milton, he'd retreated into near silence and the print reality of other worlds. Connection was tough for him and only getting tougher as he aged. Maggie asked me once if the reason I wanted to become a writer was to somehow make contact with him.

Jeffrey Lent

Qué podía decir?¿Que me daba igual la vida?¿Que cada día me quitan más y más y me quedo con menos y menos? Un segundo menos; un segundo menos...¿Que estaba cansado de coleccionar millones de minutos de pasar miles de horas muertas?¿Que los últimos años, esperando el Alzheimer o un cáncer, no son dorados sino de latón?

Gun-carrying men are not just motivated by crime and insecurity but also by a loss of American values, a loss of masculine dignity, and a loss of confidence in the state.

We imprint the lost on our hearts.

Missing is a part of living and dying.

Llevamos a quienes perdemos en nuestro corazón.

Instead, she curled up into ball and stared at the pink wallpaper where a potrait of her as a child stared back at her.That girl was smiling and happy.She had a family. Now she had none.

Grief cannot be sidestepped; it must be endured.

You're not so different from Kiernan anyway. You both have lived long enough to lose friends—too long, maybe. Perhaps that's why the Minstrel wears a mask and keeps people at arm's length: he too knows the pain of loving too much.

Dojhur listened carefully, not interrupting, until the story had finished. "You're lucky," he said at last. "At least you knew your parents." Olifur frowned. "Didn't you?" Dojhur shook his head, his expression melancholy. "Both died before I was born, I think." Olifur nodded, then paused, tilting his head to one side as he pondered how such a thing might be possible.

It's like being in a sort of club, isn't it? A bereavement club. You don't choose to join it; it's thrust upon you. And the members whose lives have been changed have more knowledge than those who aren't in it, but the price of belonging is so terribly high.

Nothing is ever quite right, is it, after a parent dies? No matter how well things go, something always feels slightly off . . .

Nothing is ever quite right, is it, after a parent dies? No matter how well things go, something always feels slightly off...

For one of the odd things about death, Trudy has discovered, is that in its wake one must go about business as usual; it seems heartless and wrong, but now that the rituals of mourning have been attended to, the sole task left to Trudy is to try and comprehend the enormity of thes sudden change.

Een van de vreemde dingen aan de dood, heeft Trudy ontdekt, is namelijk dat je in het kielzog ervan gewoon verdergaat alsof er niets gebeurd is. Het lijkt harteloos en verkeerd, maar nu de rituelen van de rouw afgehandeld zijn, hoeft Trudy alleen nog maar de enorme omvang van deze plotselinge verandering proberen te bevatten.

A bereavement club. You don't choose to join it; it's thrust upon you. And the members whose lives have been changed have more knowledge than those who aren't in it, but the price of belonging is so terribly high.

When I feel betrayed, I cut that person out of my life to protect myself from getting hurt anymore. So I stopped seeing Jennifer after that, and I lost one of the only people in my life who truly seemed to have loved me. A

her sisters die and then falling under the same shadow

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

Here's the thing: No matter where I go, sad things will happen to me, hard things. People I love will die, and sometimes I'll have to tell friends good-bye. I'll meet people who won't like me, and I'll know loneliness. I don't like it, but that's the way it is.

Mac's friends had viewed his celibacy as a joke, and his brothers had thought he'd been trying to prove himself to Isabella. Proving himself had been part of it, but the truth was that Mac had not wanted another woman. Going to someone else wouldn't have been comfort, or even forgetting. Mac had lost himself when he'd married Isabella, and that was that.

Losing Sarah and my boy was the hardest thing I've ever lived through. But even then, you see, I knew that Eleanor was with me. If not here, then at least in the world, where I could find her. I could think of her living in that old house with her father, I could write to her if I chose. She was the anchor in my world, no matter how far I was from her. But if I lose her ... Ian, I lose myself. I can't live. Not without Eleanor.