Quotes About Loss

La muerte provoca muchos sentimientos pero el olvido no es uno de ellos. La muerte te arrebata la razón, pero los recuerdos y lo que sientes por esa persona, es exclusiva propiedad de quien se queda. Amor, odio o desilusión son sentimientos que no se alejan con la muerte.

This boy is dead now, I knew it before taking him in my arms, I can remember his face, his suffering, his voice.

Which is crueler, an old man's lost memories of a life lived, or a young man's lost memories of the life he meant to live?

What's left after what one isn't is taken away is what one is.

Now Sam and Noelle were dead and I was about to lost my grandpa, and I knew I would never have that everything's-right-in-my-world feeling again.

And I knew I would nevr have that everything's-right-in-my-world feeling again.

Let's reframe what you're going through, Maggie," he said. "I'd like you to think of it as grief." "For the people who died?" "No. For yourself. For the life you thought you had before the fire. Before Ben.

And grief is never quick and easy," he said. "It takes time to get through." "I'll never get over it," I said. "Not over, but through. That's the key word. You can't skip it. You have to go through it.

I'd seen pictures of the wall online, but nothing prepared me fr seeing it in person. It was a deep scar in the earth and looked like a long black mirror reflecting the puffy white clouds, the blue sky, the trees and grass. It reflected the things people left at its base -- small flags and stuffed animals and photographs. And it reflected the faces of the people who stood in front of it, looking, pointing, weeping. It reflected me.

Sometimes she dreamed about him. They were good dreams......Some days she could barely remember what he looked like. Other days, she found him in the face of every man she saw.

Courage is as often the outcome of despair as of hope; in the one case we have nothing to lose, in the other everything to gain.

Fred started to follow, but Nita caught him in cupped hands, holding him back for a moment. "Fred! Did we do right?" Even here she couldn't keep the pain out of her question, the fear that she could have somehow have prevented his death. But Fred radiated a serene and wondering joy that took her breath and reassured her and filled her with wonder to match his, all at once. Go find out , he said.

requiem sermon

Nothing is ever the same. Nothing is permanent. Nothing can be trusted to be there. Nothing is safe, including home. Why lie to yourself? Every day we leave something, someone, some observation behind.

The train surges forward. I start singing an old Irving Berlin song Mom used to play on the piano: "How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?…And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?

A broken heart isn't so much the loss of the person as it is the loss of your dreams with that person.

I had deliberately let the relationship with Schulz wane until there was little left. We had been like the hot chocolate they sell at ski resorts. For your buck fifty, a machine first spews dark, thick syrup into a cup. This liquid gradually turns to a mixture of chocolate and hot water. Soon there is just a stream of hot water, and in a moment, drops. You wish the chocolate part would go on gushing forever, but it doesn't.

That was the end of Grogan... the man who killed my father, raped and murdered my sister, burned my ranch, shot my dog, and stole my Bible!

Mourning is essential to uncoupling, as it is to any significant leavetaking. Uncoupling is a transition into a different lifestyle, a change of life course which, whether we recognize and admit it in the early phases or not, is going to be made without the other person. We commit ourselves to relationships expecting them to last, however. In leaving behind a significant person who shares a portion of our life, we experience a loss.

Uncoupling is a dramatic life event, whose importance is reflected in the eagerness of people to discuss their relationships even years later. Indeed, in attempting to put the story in chronological order, there was no one who was not visited again by sorrow and loss in the telling of it, regardless of the passage of time.

Then I didn't think much about it, I just did it. I started wearing some of the things he left behind, especially his bathrobe, some shirts too, but only in the house. I read his books, I am embarrassed at this. I also did some things to the place I knew he would like. He always complained about my plants, so I got rid of them. It seems strange to think about it now, but at the time I found some comfort in it. [ACCOUNTANT, AGE 38, SEPARATED AFTER LIVING TOGETHER 13 YEARS]

Death of a wife is the biggest Silent Treatment you'll ever receive, so be good to her.

Dianne Marie Teresa Cole

Regrets are mortal wounds