Quotes About Loss

It took a month after the breakup for her to realize that she was refusing to go anywhere that didn't have cell service on the off chance he'd call, and after that revelation she [Jeannine Dziri] found herself wondering if you were wrong to believe that you went on as yourself even after the loss of that person who had so decisively shaped you.

Jason's life was too short for his passing to cause many ripples.

and better, makes us all proud. But let us never forget that, when you've lost everything that you own, but you still have your friends and family around you and the desire to go on, you still have everything.

whether you're missing

In life's journey, the things we keep we eventually lose, while the things we give away, we always have.

Castles made of sand fall in the sea eventually.

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually.

Even castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

Someone left the cake out in the rain, and, I don't think that I can take it, 'Cause it took so long to bake it. And I'll never have that recipe again.

So now I was wine-less and new-book-less, which for me is a grievous state of affairs.

Sirius: It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily, and you so little. But know this; the ones that love us never really leave us. Dumbledore:Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. Ginny:"The thing about growing up with Fred and George [...] is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."

As she lies in the bed she weeps, for Bing, for the melting, shimmering candles, the filigree on the holiday tablecloth. She is an unwilling astronaut, bumping against the thick glass of the ship, her line tangling lazily in zero gravity, face mask fogged with fear. My sister reaches across, over the bed, and we both embrace the mother, holding her on earth, pulling her onto the ship, breathing our oxygen into her line. Ten hours later she is dead.

On April 4, 1968, the same day that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was killed, her favorite aunt, Matilda Rudolph, died in Clarksville.

Saying good-bye to them was like saying good-bye to some people who used to know me when I was a little kid. Like saying good-bye to zombies. Good-bye to a memory. Good-bye to dust. The real good-bye happened a long, long time ago.

Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of childhood or the first time we fell in love.

I knew what death meant now. It was conversations cut off.

Good," I said. "And we will do the same. But I miss him. I miss him like I miss Mother. Of course we'll honor their memory, and of course their souls have gone on to new lives, but I hadn't finished talking to them in this life." I knew what death meant now. It was conversations cut off.

One thing I have learned about grief," I said to her, "is that nothing anyone says to you is useful, but it can still be comforting sometimes to know you're not alone

I can't talk about my childhood at all, because cannot say "I" when I mean "we," and if I say "we" it leads to a conversation about how I have a dead sister, instead of what I want to talk about. I found that out in the summer. So I don't talk about it.

Everyone was eating, talking softly, glancing at me, hugging me, eating. It was as if someone had turned the volume down. Everything looked normal, but the sound was muted. Death did this, set all this weirdness in motion, made people appear out of nowhere carrying casseroles, saying 'I'm sorry' over and over, death muffled their voices.

Art, like Nebraska, is a journey into thin air, a walk into whiteness, where you lose everything but yourself.

You cannot measure the loss of a human life. It's all the things a person was, all their dreams, all the people who loved them, all they hoped to be and could give back to the world.

Everything's got a purpose, really - you just have to look for it. Cats are good at keeping old dogs alive. Loss helps you reach for gain. Death helps you celebrate life. War helps you work for peace. A flood makes you glad you're still standing. And a tall boy can stop the wind so a candle of hope can burn bright.

They marched. Not for themselves. They marched to remember the ones who didn't make it back. They marched because seeing so much loss can teach you about life. they marched because we're all fighting a war whether we know it or not...a war for our minds and souls and what we believe in.