Quotes About Loss

I'd be remiss if I didn't say that a lot of my identity was formed around basketball, and after the accident I had a lot of animosity toward myself because I'd lost the one thing I wanted to do for my entire life.

The problem with my mother is that she didn't go to the doctor. And I think by the time she started to show symptoms that something might not be right, and finally went to the doctor, she was so close to her death that she couldn't get the care she had needed. Her big issue was not going to the doctor.

Not having a father is big. You need guidance. I know, personally, when my father died, I needed guidance; I needed somebody to show me how to be a man, how to grow up, basically how to do the right thing.

For example, when my mother died, the people who showed up just to put an apron on to cook, people who really do the right thing, so to speak, as my momma would always say to show that they care, a sense of community that we've lost so much in our country.

Our amour fou with 'The Sopranos' is headed for long-term parking, like so many of its most memorable characters. We'll never see a show like this again.

I felt that The Who had ended because we'd lost touch with our original Shepherd's Bush audience.

The death of a close loved one can often change the landscape of everything else in your life.

The best fiction in the history of the world had not adequately conveyed just how much a broken heart could hurt or how much crying was involved. It was a kind of death made worse by the fact that there hadn't been a death at all, unless you accounted for the demise of perfect happiness.

You'll never get over her," she said. "I'm not supposed to get over her, Maggie. I'm supposed to treasure what was good and move on. That's a tall enough order.

money can't buy love. Love buys love. And hard work is admirable. But loss is inescapable.

She liked his gentle side, but only in contrast. She'd been forced to shoulder so much pain and loss and had had to be tough; she couldn't partner with a man who would take her strength for granted; she needed a man she could lean on sometimes. She had a temper; she was feisty and bossy, sometimes difficult. But she was fair and just with a love that was deep and enduring. She had both a growl and a purr; Paul was committed to bringing out and adoring both.

It's a very normal, human frailty we all have, to be afraid someone we love could be taken from us. And the reality is, eventually we all suffer loss. It's a sad fact of life. There is no way to stop it, really. But there is a way to prepare for it…

I think loving someone and losing them can leave a hole in your heart.

go of me. The only way you can honor my memory is with your happiness.

This book has been like a monkey on my back for over a year. I can't separate it from losing my mother so I have to finish it and send it away. And until I can get my writing back, a part of me is missing.

There is an antidote to sadness—it is gratitude. There's a great trick to escaping the pain of loss, and that is giving.

Goodbye, Luke. You were everything. You were all I needed. I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you. Maybe someday you'll meet someone who is." When

Ellie, your grandmother must have been incredible. I wish I could've met her." She sighed. "She totally rocked. I miss her so much sometimes." She swallowed. "Seems unfair sometimes. Jason… My gramma… Two people I loved so much are already gone." Noah did an uncharacteristic thing. He reached across the front seat and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. Because he understood that. *

And the thing about trying to cheat death is that, in the end, you still lose.

It's strange how can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had.

We'd been so good together once, and then we'd rotted, like some corpse with a delayed burial.

I learned that the cells in our body are replaced every seven years, which means that one day, I'll have a body full of cells that were never sick. sbut it also means that the parts of me that knee and loved Sadie will disappear. I'll still remember loving her, but it'll be a different me who loved her. And maybe that is how we move on. We grow new cells to replace the grieving ones, diluting our pain until it loses potency.

The dead never listen when you want to tell them anything.

Everything of who I was and who I wanted to be had been evicted to make room for this disease.