Quotes About Loss

It's not just the words that will be lost," she says. "The language is the heart of our culture; it holds our thoughts, our way of seeing the world. It's too beautiful for English to explain." Puhpowee.

It is good to remember that the original woman was herself an immigrant. She fell a long way from her home in the Skyward, leaving behind all who knew her and held her dear. She could never go back.

When we can no longer see the stars because of light pollution, the words of Thanksgiving should awaken us to our loss and spur us to restorative action.

When we can no longer see the stars because of light pollution, the words of Thanksgiving should awaken us to our loss and spur us to restorative action. Like the stars themselves, the words can guide us back home.

my heart grieves for the one who could have told me stories of sweetgrass. All my life I have felt that loss. What was stolen at Carlisle has been a knot of sorrow I've carried like a stone buried in my heart.

Stolen children. Lost bonds.

a deep, unnamed sadness stemming from estrangement from the rest of Creation, from the loss of relationship.

I just stand there, tears running down my cheeks in nameless emotion that tastes of joy and of grief. Joy for the being of the shimmering world and grief for what we have lost.

You could love something and still understand it had ruined your life.

People tend to treat a miscarriage like a heavy period but it's a death. You lost your baby. You have to take time to grieve.

My God, thank you for bringing her. It's like a trip into the past. Hannah looks just like her. My sweet little Terri." And Vanni was reminded, not for the first time, that the loss of a child is probably the most brutal loss of all, no matter that child's age. *

originally walked away from material possessions because I felt the weight of them dragging me down. Now I don't own anything I can't afford to lose because I don't want to die one day trying to protect something I never should've cared about in the first place.

Is that what you lose over time? Not so much a loss of affection, as a slow clouding of your own sight? We became less and less focal points for each other, and more like pieces of furniture to maneuver around in the course of everyday life.

We can walk his last steps. We can retrieve his bones to be laid to rest next to his mother's. But we'll still never know everything that happened to Tim. Sooner or later, his father and his friends will have to come to terms with that. That the quality of their future sleep won't be determined by a visit to his grave, but by their ability to let go.

Unfinished business. An addict's life is filled with such instances. The coulda, woulda, shouldas that will never happen again.

Now I don't own anything I can't afford to lose because I don't want to die one day trying to protect something I never should've cared about in the first place.

one may scarcely find one man among seven women, so many women are there widowed whilst their husbands are alive'.

died of a seizure — some said brought on by rage

It's the sheriff," he said solemnly, the corners of his mouth twisting downward. "He didn't make it." "What?" Pescoli exploded. "What the hell are you talking about?

I don't understand it, you know. I was married for forty years before the Good Lord took my Aggie. I would've given my right arm and probably my left for a few more years with her and today . . . most marriages are thrown away before they've even begun. A shame, that's what it is, a damned shame.

The human memory is such a cruel, frustrating thing, the way it just discards things without asking permission, precious things.

People lose people. I don't know why we're all so damned careless. ...there's someone somewhere wondering where and why they lose them.

Suddenly, someone who was at the center of your life is gone, excised as quickly as an apple is cored, a sharp spike driven down the center of your world, then a cruel flick of the wrist and the almost surgical extraction of your very heart.

Yes. He knows I'm dying, but he can't really accept it and he'll be all alone when I'm gone. Can't you help him?