Quotes About Loss

he thought how the young are pierced by love, innocent bodies torn and ruined for no reason, save that it suited someone who held them dear.

She was being erased a little at a time by a cancer that fed not on her flesh but on her inner life, on her private store of happiness.

Even after you lost someone, it turned out you still had a relationship with that person, one you needed to tend to as you would tend to a relationship with any living friend or relative.

They had forgotten their own names, the voices of their mothers, the faces of their fathers.

The idea that her death should precede his was worse than intolerable, it was obscene.

The air was rank, and on my left, in a broad green meadow, arranged neatly in pairs, were dead lions and dead walruses and dead gazelles. It was like some horrible parade leading towards a cruel parody of Noah's ark, a ship for everything that was gone and never coming back, everything that would not be saved.

Later, she thought, not imagining that there wouldn't be a later. Not for Father Storey.

think I hit my head on something and knocked my shadow off. Are you going to stick it back on, or did it get away?

A menudo las mujeres pierden la ternura de sus primeros años del mismo modo que un niño pierde los dientes de leche.

that if you were a woman and you had a child, you lost everything, you would be held hostage by love: a terrorist who would only be satisfied when you surrendered your entire future.

Quando cantamos juntos, cantamos por todos aqueles que nos amaram, mas que não estão aqui hoje. Cantamos à memória de cada minuto que tivemos na sua companhia.

he sees a place where he will passively fade away, like wallpaper that gets too much sunlight and slowly loses its color. This

He watched until Danny passed through the gates, turned left, and disappeared from sight. Jude never saw him again.

To weep was a kind of luxury; the dead felt no loss, wept for no one and nothing.

It's like . . . a house after someone moves out. The house is still there, but all their stuff is gone. Someone took away the furniture and rolled up the rugs. The movers crated all the parts of Shelly Beukes up and shipped her away. There's just not much left of her anymore except the empty house.

I've already visited the lost and lonely place at the end of the world, and all I know is, the only way to keep going is to do the things the people you loved would've wanted you to do.

everyone always dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your children. Or your grandchildren. Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies." Around

Don't you dare write any romantic songs about springtime Aubrey. It would kill me, and dying once is bad enough.

We was robbed!

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.

On England's elimination from the 2002 World Cup after losing 2-1 to Brazil] The dressing room was like a morgue. Nobody moved, nobody spoke. The players were traumatized. They had a glimpse of immortality and let it slip. Some might get the chance to redeem themselves, others - notably Seaman - certainly wouldn't. From Sven-Goran Eriksson: The Final Reckoning

I think everybody needs a father of sorts. Somebody that they can talk to or lean on or cry on his shoulder once in a while. And I don't know who that person would be in my brother's case, after my father passed away. There was no one alive that would be an adequate substitute. If he was looking to me for guidance, he didn't see any, and so he went on his own.

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night.

There are still some honest people left in the world, but they never seem to find anything you lose.