Quotes About Loss

Nothing is emptier than an empty house. The vacant kitchen chair, the imprint on a sofa cushion, the pillow unsplayed with hair, absent of scent. An unspoken thought, an unshared laugh, the silence of no footsteps, no sighs, no breaths.

Keller wakes up the morning after the election thinking that he doesn't know his own country anymore. we're not, he thinks, who I thought we were. Not who I thought we were at all.... What depresses him is loss of an ideal, an identity, an image of what this country is. Or was.

Mexico is a cemetery for secrets.

Later, when Marie was so sick and they both knew that their sunsets together were numbered, he would bundle her up in a coat and a blanket, a knit cap for her bare head, make her a cup of hot tea because she was always cold, and they would sit and watch the sunset, knowing it was their own as well. Now he sits and watches alone, although he still pours a glass of red wine for her, which he tosses over the deck into the bushes when he's ready to go inside. It's

He wishes Marie were here, that's all. No one who hasn't missed a beloved spouse will ever know the literal meaning of the word "heartache

I don't recognize myself. I don't know who I am anymore." And it's all fun and games until someone loses an I.

And it's all fun and games until someone loses an I.

Der Fuß war beerdigt, ich war groggy und mein Kaffee war kalt.

Choice, with its inevitable invitations to loss, is always such a trial.

Well, she was dead, and there was no use crying over spilt milk.

Your presence in this house is almost as enormous and painful as your absence.

Death of a part is agony - from "The Red Branch

Jane has been dead for more than two decades. Earlier this year I grieved for her in a way I had never grieved before. At eighty-six, I was sick and thought I was dying. Twenty and twenty-one years ago, every day of her dying for eighteen months, I stayed by her side. It was miserable that Jane should die so young, and it was redemptive that I could be with her every hour of every day. Last February I grieved again, this time that she would not sit over me as I died.

I feel the circles grow smaller, and old age is a ceremony of losses, which is on the whole preferable to dying at forty-seven or fifty-two.

To Harald, may God forgive you and forgive me, too, but I prefer to take my life away and our baby's before I bring him with shame or killing him, Lupe. [Suicide note.]

When You've lost it all....thats when you realize that Life is Beautiful.

And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

You have to embrace getting older. Life is precious, and when you've lost a lot of people, you realize each day is a gift.

My name, I have spent my whole life trying to make that name mean something. And now it's gone.

I get it now; I didn't get it then. That life is about losing and about doing it as gracefully as possible... and enjoying everything in between.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

In our lives, change is unavoidable, loss is unavoidable. In the adaptability and ease with which we experience change, lies our happiness and freedom.

Everything you gain in life will rot and fall apart, and all that will be left of you is what was in your heart.