Quotes About Loss

And my father is dead. She did not speak the words aloud, but the reality of them cut her again, deeper and sharper. It seemed to her that each time she thought she had grasped the fact of his death, a few moments later it struck her again even harder.

Vanity is such a strange thing. They mourned me, and I was warmed that they loved me.

I have had a father. You were my father, and I will go on without one now. You need not worry for me, Da. In your own way, you have well provided for me.

Thuis, dat zijn mensen. Het is niet een plaats. Als je er terugkeert nadat de mensen verdwenen zijn, zie je alleen nog wat er niet is.

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

The price was my healthy young body, so long taken for granted.

Had she learned to feel again, only to have to feel this? Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

A fierce resolve that we would not lose what we had now to what we could not have tomorrow.

When a man's pride is all he has left, he holds it closely.

My father had already forgotten him. He had suddenly

They were all gone now, broken or taken by people who had no idea what such items represented. Let them go. She held the past in her heart, with no need of physical items to tie it down.

She wasn't coming back. I held myself together by refusing to think of her. This empty room jerked the blindfold from my eyes.

Putting into the dragon had helped in the same way that cutting off an infected limb helped. Being rid of it was not the same as being healed of it.

My slow pulling away from him had been my resignation to his mortality. Truly

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 any more.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

And what was that on the man's wrist? Collin clenched a hand around his own wrist, feeling for what was missing.

Life provides losses and heartbreak for all of us-but the greatest tragedy is to have the experience and miss the meaning.

When a language dies, so much more than words are lost. Language is the dwelling place of ideas that do not exist anywhere else. It is a prism through which to see the world.

When George Washington directed federal troops to exterminate the Onondaga during the Revolutionary War, a nation that had numbered in the tens of thousands was reduced to a few hundred people in a matter of one year.

Their dad had just pulled up stakes, left the country—and us. He said that he no longer wanted a life with so much responsibility, so the responsibility was all mine.

But I need to remember that the grief is the settlers' as well. They too will never walk in a tallgrass prairie where sunflowers dance with goldfinches. Their children have also lost the chance to sing at the Maple Dance. They can't drink the water either.

celebrate my freedom rather than mourn my loss.

Philosophers call this state of isolation and disconnection "species loneliness"—a deep, unnamed sadness stemming from estrangement from the rest of Creation, from the loss of relationship