Quotes About Loss

The biggest life change any man would ever experience was the ending of it.

He knew there were some who said that those who kept dogs had to resign themselves to their eventual loss because of the animals' relatively short lives. The trick—if "trick" was the right word—was to learn to love the spirit of the animal, and to recognize that it transferred itself from dog to

wanted to talk to them. I wanted to tell them that I was sorry. I wanted to say what every child wishes to say to his parents when they're gone and it's too late to say anything at all: that I loved them, and had always loved them.

He had, in truth, been losing her for a very long time.

Those whom you care about—lovers, children—will fall by the wayside, and your love will not be enough to save them.

Maybe this is common to all those who lose someone whom they have loved deeply. Making contact with another potential partner, another lover, becomes an act of reconstruction, a building not only of a relationship but also of oneself.

wants to accept that someone close might have taken his or her own life. Too much blame accrues to those left behind for it to be accommodated so easily.

A little fragment of his heart came loose and was lost to him each time he had to say goodbye to her.

In the space of one night, [I] had gone through the possessions of my dead wife and child, sorting, discarding, smelling the last traces of them that clung to their clothing like the ghosts of themselves.

We see our own mortality only through the prism of the mortality of others.

Some revelations came only with the sound of dirt falling on a coffin; the ones that mattered, the ones that made for regrets.

but loss is absence, and will always defy expression.

On the day of the funeral he had stood behind me in the rain and let the water wash over him, the drops falling from the brim of his hat like tears

his obligations were few. They could, in fact, be boiled down to one: to find the one who had taken his wife and child from this world and tear him apart.

What have you taken from me, and from what have you taken me?

Don't ask us what it's like in that moment when the body skitters away from that stupid sheepy shape of breath. Down here, no one asks. We all died boot to throat. We all went out shrieking some bloody name. ~Danielle Pafunda, "The Dead Girls Speak in Unison

My pal is dead.

Parker had seen men and women physically diminished in this way before, weighed down by suffering. Grief has its own gravity. They

Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.

convictions, as it did by requiring the Hahns and Greens in Hobby Lobby to lose millions, or their business. Corvino

Nosotros decimos que para consolarnos por la pérdida del Paraíso Dios nos concedió sólo a nosotros entre todas sus criaturas Esperanza y Memoria. Mejor dijéramos: Sólo porque somos criaturas cargadas con Esperanza y Memoria alentamos la ilusión de un Paraíso que nosotros y solamente nosotros hemos perdido.

There aren't many now who leave from the same world they were born into. Not here, not anywhere on earth as far as I can tell or know; the simplest and most unchanging of human societies have been shattered in the last hundred years, people flung into centrifuges of change and loss, that there comes to be nothing at last to say good-bye to. I was leaving the world, but it was not my world I was leaving

I used to think, in Belaire, that maybe you had gone to live with the List, and it hadn't suited you, and that one spring they'd bring you home dead. From homesickness. I saw how you would look, pale and sad." "I did die," she said. "It was easy.

I heard his library burned down and both books were destroyed -- and one of them hadn't even been colored in yet.