Quotes About Loss

La grande défaite, en tout, c'est d'oublier, et surtout ce qui vous a fait crever.

They die of love—inside. After

On ne perd pas grand-chose quand brûle la maison du propriétaire. Il en viendra toujours un autre, si ce n'est pas toujours le même, Allemand ou Français, ou Anglais ou Chinois, pour présenter, n'est-ce pas, sa quittance à l'occasion... En marks ou francs ? Du moment qu'il faut payer...

It's harder to lose the wish to love than the wish to live.

Det er sværere at give afkald på kærligheden end på livet.

Always look kindly on the old, Bairbre . . . Because they have loved people so much longer than you have, they have so very much more to lose . . .

Children abandoned by the universe—and that was how it felt to those whose mothers went away or died young—always spent their lives seeking perfect, intense union. Anything less felt like a failure. Stevie thought about all the pain that quest had caused herself and others.

Broken hearts never grow back together," Quinn whispered. "They never really get fixed—don't let anyone tell you they do. But I believe that if you're lucky, you find the right things in life to let you live with one.

Parents die far from home, and they take their things with them. The things that might give their kids comfort or solace or even an answer or two. Not that things were enough, but they were something to hold on to. Objects to hold and examine, reminders of someone who had once loved you. And sometimes they were all you had.

Murder didn't just take one life; it stole the essence, will, and ease from everyone it touched. It took their old lives and left them to make their way in a completely new and uncertain world.

When a mother loves her child as much as yours loved you, she might find it impossible to let go, to leave you, if you were sitting right there. She had to wait for you to go away before she could die.

How couldn't he understand what happened, how death could make one person take to bed and another person sit on a rock

gone out somewhere—had he

You know what's the worst thing about parents dying?" Harrison said. "It's all the questions you'll never get to ask them. Little things you thought you'd have forever to find out.

It still had electricity and running water, the stove worked, the coffee maker could still brew, the refrigerator kept food cold. But the house had become a phantom. It was no longer living and breathing, surrounding the family and making them feel safe. It wafted along, an untethered spirit, drained of everything it once had been.

without him—I wasn't sure I could go on breathing. But I did." "I know," Sylvie said. "It was because I loved him," Jane said. "And that's what love does. It takes hold of you so hard . . . takes hold of your breath. Your heart, your pulse, your thoughts, everything.

Who cared about those things? Didn't Peter know that it was impossible to make up for lost time? Three years was half of six years; every day, every minute in life was all its own, and could never be replaced with another. When you love someone, she said, with her eyes shut tight, barely recognizing her own voice, you want to be together whenever you can. If you want it badly enough, you just make the practical things work out.

They say your life flashes before you at the time of death, but for Clea, the lives were not hers, but her grandmother's and her parents'. She thought of how they had loved her, of what a short time they had had together.

Mommy and Daddy," Quinn gasped. "Grandma will kill you when she finds out you took it," Allie said. "We weren't ready," Quinn said as if hypnotized. "We weren't ready to scatter their ashes. How could I just leave them there?

He didn't want to think about the people in his life, the people who could make him feel the way he did inside right now. Sad and angry, and as though he had lost something he couldn't quite name.

she lost her parents in a boating accident, right out there—" he pointed across the beach to the Sound. "A few years ago now. She's getting better a little at a time. You never get over something like that, but she has a lot of people loving her, pulling her through.

Stevie wanted to find the right words, to comfort the child. She wanted to ask what had happened to Emma. But she felt constrained, afraid she would say something wrong. Her own mother had died when she was young, and she remembered a world of adults who meant well but just seemed to make everything worse.

With all our gifts, all the love we have for one another, what went wrong? That's what I want to know. That one missing piece." "Life, Mom

And now everyone's afraid of everyone else. A child with diarrhea is abandoned. A grandmother who vomits is left to die. The People are losing touch with their old ways. Fear is driving them from the traditions that have made them strong.