Quotes About Loss

When I was four I was watching ants walking up Stove and she ran and splatted them all so they wouldn't eat our food. One minute they were alive and the next minute they were dirt. I cried so my eyes nearly melted off.

He supposed it was always that way with the dead, they slid away before we knew enough to ask them the right questions.

It was easy to lose a part of your body, it seemed to her; there were so many ways, it was a wonder anybody reached their death intact.

How odd; wedded for life, because one of us had died.

it was always that way with the dead; they slid away before we knew enough to ask them the right questions. All we could do was remember them, as much as we could remember them, whether it was accurate or not.

Las personas se mueven tanto por el mundo que constantemente se pierden cosas

Over a lifetime you packed your brain tight with data, like an overstuffed suitcase, only for it all to fall out in the end.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened

It was as if I had spent thirteen years specialising in a certain language, only to discover all its speakers had scattered and renounced their native tongue. No, worse than that, because at least dead languages could be studied. This was as if I had spent my life learning to play a certain unique instrument, only to see some crazed vandal smash it to pieces.

People move around so much out in the world, things get lost all the time.

You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.

People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.

You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill that hole in my heart after I lost him. I did. Life is futile, says my new therapist, Michaela, and no one gets out of it alive. There is only love.

I finally accept that not only do I not understand the death of my relationship, but I do not need to. These men were good and kind to me, they loved me and I loved them back and the shock at the finish holds no wisdom. The revelation is not that I lost them, but that I had them.

When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.

You could be together forever, but one of you is going to have to go first. I want it to last. I love him and I want it to stay.

The trouble with death is that there is no next. There is only what was and for that I am profoundly and heartbrokenly grateful.

The trouble with death is that there is no next.

We lost the crickets, she said. Even you can't make that sound tough. ...I am Butler, he said with a straight-face. Everything I say sounds tough. Now, get out of the lake, fairy.

My truffles? You took them? That's just mean!

We lost the crickets.

Will you miss him Holly?" he asked suddenly. [...] "No," she said. "I will not miss him." But her eyes told the real story.