Quotes About Loss

War tore the guts out of the British empire, weakening it in resources and morale. The first major loss was Ireland.

John Donne's 'A Valediction: forbidding mourning' concerns a sea voyage, and uses the image of a circle as an antidote to the abyss of loss and separation. He pictures the invisible but precious bonds which link carer and cared-for, lover and beloved in an attachment relationship as slender threads of gold.

So it is with grief where, if all goes well, can come a strengthening of the inner world, of memory and definition.

Impatience turns an ague into a fever, a fever to the plague, fear into despair, anger into rage, loss into madness, and sorrow to amazement.

I've been writing more songs in my head," he said, "about being a ghost and a shade." His face turned smooth and solemn. "How I'd die all over again just to touch you.

Logan was close enough for me to touch, to smell, to feel his breath on my forehead. Close enough to kiss. If only he were alive.

Oh yeah, pain. I think it's the same when we lose someone we love. It never stops hurting. But maybe it shouldn't. That pain, after all, is a souvenir of love.

I thought I was long done with the Firsts. First Easter since his death, First Birthday, First Trip to IHOP, First Phillies Game. But everything we ever did together, that we'd never share again--like Longwood Gardens at Christmas--still waited before me. In that moment, I dreaded the rest of my life.

Dead people don't bleed for long.

If I finance a bank and I know if the bank will get in trouble, I will be hit and I will lose money, I will put a price on that.

When the borderline is alone, continuity and connectedness cease. Like sand falling through her fingers, her confidence - even her sense of reality - slip away.

to taking an action that could make life even worse. Psychologists call this "loss aversion." Research in cognitive

Opportunities fly by while we sit regretting the chances we have lost, and the happiness that comes to us we heed not, because of the happiness that is gone.

Is it possible to be overzealous, to destroy that which you hope to save-so that nothing is left but emptiness.

Grief doesn't come in a landslide. It seeps in,while you are sleeping. First you start in dreaming. Then your wake-up time carries over the sadness. And last your whole days are filled like a tumbler of water,filled with an aching that drips over the edge and doesn't have anywhere to go.

You didn't have to say it was gone. It was gone before it got outta here. It was gonna that fast.

My mind is a reasonable sort of fellow. But my heart . . .my heart has never been able to understand loss.

Life will be less attractive than when Aden was here, but still I must step onward. With the program over, she got the horse ready with Monroe's help. No one gave her strange looks when she drove away. Already other buggies were hitched up to leave. Her heart hurt as she drove down the gravel road and past the creek and Aden's old

It is how we respond to loss that matters. That response will largely determine the quality, the direction, and the impact of our lives.

The good that may come out of the loss does not erase its badness or excuse the wrong done. Nothing can do that.

the book is intended to show how it is possible to live in and be enlarged by loss, even as we continue to experience it.

Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl and she's gone. I'm not me anymore.

A tiny butter knife slices more skin off my heart every time I think about her.

I wasn't sad after my father kissed the streetcar. If anything, it was a relief. Much as I missed him, his dying gave me an excuse to feel the way I already felt. Which was the way I felt right now, under the laundry room fluorescents: hollow, pissed off, wanting to be wherever I wasn't. Until I got there. Then I wanted to be somewhere else.