Quotes About Loss

We all lose our innocence soon enough; it's inescapable. Most of us aren't emotionally or intellectually ready for it until our thirties or even later, however, so when one loses it prematurely, in childhood and adolescence, through divorce or the sudden early death of a parent, it can leave one fixated on that loss for a lifetime. Because it's premature, it feels unnatural, violent and unnecessary, a permanent, gratuitous wounding, and it leaves one angry at the world

I'm thinking, Bone, man, wherever you were before you're on the other side now.

She was like a stranger to me then, a stranger whose life had just been made utterly meaningless. I know this because I felt the same way. Meaning had gone wholly and and in one clot right out of my life too, and as result I'm sure I was like a stranger to her as well. Our individual pain was so great that that we could not recognize any other.

Before you lose your children, you can talk about it-as a possibility, I mean [...] But when the thing that you only imagined actually happens, you quickly discover that you can barely speak of it. Your story is jumbled and mumbled, out of sync and unfocused. At least that's how it has been for me.

I trusted you with the idea of me and you lost it.

I have forgotten more of my life than I remember, and with my forgetting I have lost my being.

Ah, how could I possibly admit weakness of the one sense which should be more perfect in me than others, a sense which I once possessed in the greatest perfection, a perfection such as few in my profession have or ever have had?

You can't do anything with a man whose mind is gone.

She grieved for her lost daughter and she grieved for herself.  When Cicely uncovered the deception of her adoption, she uncovered a greater deception—that of Charlotte's ambiguous heart.  It was true—Charlotte had wanted her own daughter with a desire beyond reason.  She had wanted a daughter of her own flesh and blood to link her to life.  A connection not based on deeds or shared experiences or love, but something immutable and immortal. She

Raquela stood at her side. "Your baby was stillborn. But you're all right." The mother screamed, "Even this they deny me! They take away my land. My freedom. Now my baby. Let me die. I want to die.

Tragically, most of the Jews of Italy have been deported or massacred.

I helped Jiko to her feet and we walked back to the bus stop together, holding hands again. I was still thinking about what she said about waves, and it made me sad because I knew that her little wave was not going to last and soon she would join the sea again, and even though I know you can't hold on to water , still I gripped her fingers a little more tightly to keep her from leaking away.

I was thinking about what she aid about waves, and it made me sad because I knew that her little wave was not going to last and soon she would join the sea again, and even though I know you can't hold on to water, I still gripped her fingers a little more tightly to keep her from leaking away

You can feel life completely by taking it away

The past (...) It feels like it exists, but where is it? And if it did exist but doesn't now, then where did it go?

The cat still seemed to be somewhat there with him, but only as an absence, a cat-shaped hole.

You can't hold on to water or keep it from leaking away.

I was still thinking about what she said about waves, and it made me sad because I knew that her little wave was not going to last and soon she would join the sea again, and even though I know you cannot hold on to water, still I gripped her fingers a little more tightly to keep her from leaking away.

The sound of those doors, locking him in, locking her out, was the sound of her defeat and failure.

When everything you think you own—your belongings, your life—can be swept away in an instant, you must ask yourself, What is real?

It's going to get dark," she said. "We better go back." She shifted and then knelt beside her dead pet, leaning down until her lips touched their ear. "Goodbye, my dear darling TAZ," she whispered. "I love you. You'll be with me forever." Benny watched, wishing once again that he were the dead ferret.

Catching it destroys it, and I felt like I was disappearing, too. Stuff like this can drive you crazy.

Missing things upset her. Missing price tags. Missing memories. Missing parts of her life.

I discovered that endings have their own odd thrill. In the mania of the moment, it's possible to forget what you are losing.