Quotes About Loss

I remember when my kitten got run over. My mother was devastated. She put it in a green garbage bag and cried and cried. She said she couldn't stop picturing that little cat. Tumbling and tumbling and tumbling.

There was nothing like losing something to make one value its worth.

Porque las guerras no se ganan ni se pierden, solamente se sufren. Y todo el que ha estado en una guerra, así salga ileso, es un herido de guerra.

Lo peor no es la muerte. Es la tristeza de los que quedamos vivos. Es el vacío.

What cannot be said will be wept.

I should have loved,' Hal said after a very long silence. Neville's eyes filled with tears. ' Aye. You Should have loved.

Most friends had fallen away over the years. Either they'd started avoiding me, as if my grief and bad luck were contagious, or I'd started to avoid them, unwilling to give them the chance to disappoint me. Besides, too much time around normal people made me feel like an alien, unwanted and ugly, fluent in a different language.

Each was over fifty and poor, probably homeless, wearing clothes that hadn't been washed this year. They were the same type of man you could see in any city in America, in a little park or square just off downtown, halfway to skid row. I think they started making them after the Civil War; fighters who'd lost their wars and lost their fight. Even when their side won, they lost.

Age is a terrible thief.

It seems there's nothing so good or pure it can't be taken without a moment's notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.

La edad es una ladrona implacable. Justo cuando empiezas a tomar el pulso a la vida te arranca la fuerza de las piernas y te encorva la espalda.Produce dolores y enturbia la cabeza y silenciosamente infesta a tu mujer de cáncer.

age is a terrible theif

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse

But my darling was as frail as a bird. She died nine days later. After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. Although

It seems there's nothing so good or pure it cant be taken without a moment's notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse. Metastatic

But then this Isabelle turned and laughed and in that instant I saw my wife. This made me weepy and these people whom I didn't recognize exchanged furtive glances and shortly thereafter announced that it was time to leave because Grandpa needed his rest. They patted my hand and they tucked my blanket in around my knees, and they left. They went out into the world, and they left me here. And to this day I have no idea who they were. I

can't be mine. Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back.

This war that is coming—are you sure it will harm all in its path? Even the youth? Everything. It will destroy everything. Pax

Ethan and I are done, I said finally. I'm sorry. He was my first boyfriend. I know. The only real boyfriend I've had. I'm a senior in high school and he was my only real boyfriend. I know. And I won't find another one at Jones Hall. That is guaranteed. Okay. This is all very sad and tragic, I said. Alan unwrapped a sleeve of Smarties. Yet, oddly, you don't seem that upset. I know.

I tried his cell over and over but he never answered. Then I'd call just to hear his voice on the outgoing message, until eventually that was gone too.

I got this strong feeling of missing him, like he was someone who I loved who had died and gone away, someone who was mostly a memory. I wanted to grab him and say okay, I was sorry about Tommy, it was just a stupid mistake and I knew I'd hurt him and I wish I hadn't. Because I did love him. I did.

There are so many pieces to grief. Sad pieces, angry pieces, guilty pieces, pieces of regret, and pieces that are a certain kind of pain that doesn't even have a word.