Quotes About Loss

She is dead. Dead so many years. Who could imagine that death lasts so much longer than life?

Men cannot grieve as dogs do.

If a man does not die of a wound, then it heals in some fashion, and so it is with loss.

When the mainstay of one's world is taken away, it's only natural to cling to all the rest, to try desperately to keep things as close to the way they were as one can." He shook his head sorrowfully. "But no one can ever go back to yesterday.

So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it.

I was confused, thinking that my pain and my loss were one and the same thing, whereas one was but a symptom of the other.

Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now.

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me! He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

This was misery that could not yield, for he sorrowed for a time he could not return to, and a self he would never again be.

Death could make things stop, but it could not make things right.

I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.

Chade's boy cried.

This is a day for things to break, he thought. My heart. The fellowship of the folk who had come here together. We all move apart from one another today.

Somewhere beneath the tides of those superficial emotions she knew the cold deep current of her grief sought to pull her down and drown her.

And in that brief linking, I knew that the girl was dead.

Fitz, home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there anymore.

You should know by now how easy it is to lose a person just by letting someone walk away from you.

Amber?" he said pleadingly. His voice went high on her name and broke, as it sometimes did when he was afraid. "Are you taking my beads away?

My dream was dead in my arms.

like a bright chip of glass, fallen from a gorgeous mosaic of Elderlings and turreted cities and dragons on the wing, to lie in the dirt, broken away from all she that had once been her destiny

Time doesn't stop for her just because you're gone.

I bent and kissed his brow in farewell. And then, grasping the rightness of that foreign tradition, I named him as myself. For when I burned him, I knew I would be ending myself, as well. The man I had been would not survive this loss. "Good-bye, FitzChivalry Farseer.

Man cannot grieve as dogs do. But we grieve for many years.