Quotes About Loss

Losing Pamela had left a shadow of sadness that he'd grown so used to, he'd stopped noticing it. And now it had lifted.

Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us.

But there were times when I remembered my younger self the way you'd remember a dear friend you'd lost, for reasons you no longer quite understood.

He looks out over his back yard, what's left of it. With the forest gone, the property looks smaller than sixty acres, stripped and shrunken like a dog in the bath. Behind the house, the crew left a single patch of grass, twenty foot square. Beyond lies a vast expanse of bare earth, dry and cocoa-colored, enclosed with chain-link fence. A bleak view, but not half as bad as what lies over the hill. The

She lay awake and thought of her mother, gone forever. There was no one else she wanted to tell.

Any man who has known a love bringing him such happiness--if even for a short time--that its loss steals his very will to live, is a man to be envied. Justin

She dies two days later.

It's not the bad memories that tear a person apart. It's the good ones.

There was nothing left. Nothing of him, and nothing of me.

Her name was Emily," he repeated. "And she wasn't just a girl.

Whoever triggered the explosion must have mistimed things. If you'd been two steps closer, you would have died." His voice got tighter. "Two of my men didn't make it." Devastating guilt drilled through me, a needle-thin icicle straight to the heart. I felt heavy and numb. "I'm sorry.

The next thing I knew, she was gone.

Between the fire and a storm that night," Alisa said, once she'd recovered, "Toby's remains were never definitively found.

Ricky Grambs was a deadbeat. He hadn't even cared enough to pick up the phone when my mother died. If it had been left up to him, I would have gone into foster care. Staring at Ricky's signature, I willed Tobias Hawthorne's reasoning in highlighting it to become clear.

Mijn vermogen om het bange, weerloze meisje neer te zetten was nu wel verdwenen.

Ik heb een geheim, kon ik mijn moeder horen zeggen, minder dan een week voordat ze overleed. Over de dag dat je bent geboren.

And then," Grayson said, "the old man was gone. And then... there was you." "Grayson." His name caught in my throat. Grayson just looked at me, his light eyes shadowed. "Sometimes, you have an idea of a person--about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all it is: an idea"... "It was never just the idea of you, Avery.

Some people are made stronger by loss. Others are broken by it.

Reggie's earliest memory of her mother began with her mother balancing an egg on its end and ended with Reggie losing her left ear.

I wasn't a big believer in closure. In my experience, both in my life and working with my clients, solid resolutions to conflicts, problems, or grief were elusive. I believed it was more beneficial to recognize emotions and learn to deal with them appropriately; to find ways to live with the loss rather than tie everything up with a neat little bow and pronounce you've had closure.

But occasionally, someone will climb the hill, someone who has lost a husband or a child, someone who has somehow learned the secrets of sleepers, of the presence of a portal

And, as in all fairy tales, there was bloodshed, there was loss.

I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist goes digging, they'll find the remains of a plush toy: a gray terrier named Toto I buried after the accident.

Grief is a monster.