Quotes About Loss

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, to how it holds you to a place.

It was like I'd waited all my life to have something like this, and I knew even then, at the start, that it would be hard, so hard to lose. The big stuff always is.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you.

It was like Abe took some part of him when he went, you know? He's never been the same.

Life's short, you know?" [...] But, suddenly, in that moment, it was like I could feel [Abe]. Sitting in the very seat where I was, riding along with us. Maybe he's been there the whole time.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanished: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you.

It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but like Eli had said, an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.

I loved him so much," I said. "No one can even understand what losing him was like." "That's the thing, though." He exhaled, looking down. "I wasn't trying to get what it was about him. I just felt that finally, maybe, i was starting to understand you.

After the death of Alfonso, she had vowed she would never trust him again, had believed that she would hate him for ever. Yet almost against her will, he has found his way back into her thoughts, so that there have been moments these last months when she realises that she is missing him: his diamond-sharp energy, his certainty and confidence about everything, and his raw, absolute, undying love.

fire consumes more than it warms. In the end there will be only ashes

She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.

All paradises fail. —Constance Waverly

You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else-- find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.

I didn't tell him that even after a crash, a key still fits the ignition. There just isn't anything left to drive.

I am watching parts of me evaporate like sidewalk water. This wet grey, this nighttime dew, gone before morning.

What is it about immortality? With the right sword and shield, we think we can fend off anger, fear, and hatred. If our legs are strong enough, we think we can outrun age, loss, and death.

In New York, when a tree dies, nobody mourns that it was cut down in its prime. Nobody counts the rings, notifies the loved ones. There are other trees. We can always squeeze in one more. Mind the tourists. It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live there.

It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping.

Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us — by taking everything.

I don't know how I stay alive. What I do know is that there is a light, far above us, that goes out when we die, and that in Hell there is a gray tulip that grows without any sun. It reminds me of everything I failed at, and I water it carefully. It is all I have to remind me of you.

some quality that was there before has been stolen. The scholar is still there, thought Taliesin, but I believe that the poet has gone.

There's a word in Japanese for being sad in the springtime – a whole word for just being sad – about how pretty the flowers are and how soon they're going to die.

Like a lot of once devout people who have lost their faith, I had holes the size of heaven and hell in my head and in my heart.

Besides the money and land, Lafayette inherited a six-foot-tall hole in his heart that only a father figure like George Washington could fill.