Quotes About Loss

Great griefs are mute.

I've learned that you don't stop loving someone just because they die. And you don't stop loving someone who's dead just because you start loving someone else. I know this violates the natural law that two things can't occupy the same place at the same time, but that's never been true of the human heart anyway.

Alice was back, the landlord was evicting her, and she was out of dog food. She hadn't felt so totally at a loss since the day her mother had passed. And her employees were staring at her, momentarily speechless.

nobody was ever replaced in life, no hole completely filled or loss totally healed. You didn't need a medical degree to know that the human body really wasn't stronger in the broken places. Like any bone, the cracks would always show if you looked hard enough.

That's grief, man. It gets in you. Your body carries it. It's embedded.

We never lose the people we love.

Tears came to my eyes and grief ambushed me, as if it had been lying in wait all along.

Grief is a conduit -- for love, for compassion, for healing, and for grace.

Jake thanked God he had a son to put to bed when he knew somewhere there was a family, right now, waiting for someone who would never come home.

Justice didn't compensate for the loss of human life. Justice was an intellectual concept, inevitably trumped by emotion. Justice was the word we used when we couldn't have what we really wanted, which was everything back the way it was. Justice was only a consolation prize. She

My argument will have to be that the plaintiff, who's dead, wasn't going to earn that much, because, after all, he wasn't good enough to earn a promotion. And as far as pain and suffering, don't pay him for that because he died within a year, so he didn't suffer that long.

Here is how a mother's love is different: You may fall out of love with a man. But you will never fall out of love with your child. Even after he is gone.

wanted her to be alive. I had taken alive for granted. Anguish

What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.

The problem with living so long is that you see too many people pass before you.

Who can name a death that was not tragic?" the speaker asks. "Is there a way for us to find meaning in the losses we've suffered? Who can say that one soul has a heavier grievance than another? We were all victims. We need to forgive each other." Remember? Yes. Forgive? No.

You can love your mother, and she still might leave you. You can love or hate the sea, but it will always be there. Forever. The sea has been the center of her life. It has nurtured her and stolen from her, but it has never left.

When you lose your home country, what do you preserve and what do you abandon?

My mother had died in the sea, but we could never forget that it gave us life.

To protect my heart, this is what I would have to do with Snow Flower. I couldn't let anyone know I was dying from anguish that she no longer loved me.

I had to hold on to my anger and my bitterness as a way of honoring those I'd lost.

It's said that great sorrow is no more than a reflection of one's capacity for great joy. I see it from the opposite direction. I'm happy, but there's an empty space inside me that will never stop suffering from the loss of Yan-yeh.

In my life, no three miles have been flat and no three days have had sun. I've been brave in the past, but now I'm beyond devastated. My grief is like dense clouds that cannot be dispersed. I can't think beyond the blackness of my clothes and heart.

When they die, they keep loving. If love ends when a person dies, that is not real love.