Quotes About Loss

I just broke up with someone. I am an egg yolk of misery.

She wanted him to know his children and grandchildren were still around him, strong and merry as ever. It was important, she said; it was kind; it was best. Don't cause distress, she said. Don't remind people of a loss. "Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain.

I had kissed an unimportant boy or three by now. I had lost my dad. I had come here to this island from a house of tears and falsehood and I saw Gat, and I saw that rose in his hand, and in that one moment, with the sunlight from the window shining in on him, the apples on the kitchen counter, the smell of wood and ocean in the air, I did call it love.

Funerals were held for Gatwick Matthew Patil, Mirren Sinclair Sheffield and Jonathan Sinclair Dennis.

I tore all the roses off a single sad bush and threw them, one after the other, into the angry sea.

It was important, she said; it was kind; it was best. Don't cause distress, she said. Don't remind people of a loss. "Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain.

La tragedia no es glamurosa

I have lost you, Gat, because of how desperately, desperately I fell in love.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed.

Mr. Bebee had lost every one, and had consumed in solitude the tea-basket which he had brought up as a pleasant surprise.

he saw from the vastness of the ruin what ecstasy he had lost, what a communion.

The volume of their past must be restored to its shelf, and here, here was the place, amid darkness and perishing flowers.

The crime of suicide lies in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.

O whitest so soft parchment where My poor divorced lips have written excellent Stanzas of kisses, and will write no more.

Money lost -- little lost. Honour lost -- much lost. Pluck lost -- all lost.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

There are no winners in battle. Just survivors.

Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was - my dashed hopes, my dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

Memory's one function is to help us regret

The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else.

He had known so much about her once -what she thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most.

He would not deceive himself so much. He would not – and this was the test – pretend to care about women when the only sex that attracted him was his own. He loved men and always had loved them. He longed to embrace them and mingle his being with theirs. Now that the man who returned his love had been lost, he admitted this.