Quotes About Loss

Siempre vivió ella suspirando por Comala, por el retorno; pero jamás volvió. Ahora yo vengo en su lugar.

The day you went away I knew I would never see you again. You were stained red by the late afternoon sun, by the dusk filling the sky with blood. You were smiling. You had often said of the town you were leaving behind, "I like it because of you; but I hate everything else about it - even having been born here." I thought, she will never come back; I will never see her again.

Ferus enjoyed his fear. It was the first time since Roan's death he did not feel pain.

She was married to this dude Osiris, and he croaked," Dan said. "So she freaked and was all wah! and went and cried herself a river." "Amazing! That's just what it says on the hieroglyphs," Theo said.

It was a sunny, beautiful day.a day you felt good to be alive. Tobad amy Cahill was surrounded by the dead. Amy bowed her head and squeezed Her eyes shut. She was only sixteen, but she had attended too many funerals. She had said to many goodbyes

Had he really lost his childhood? Was that what the Clue hunt had done?

After he died, people would always say to me, At least you have Wyn. She touches my arm. But I didn't. There wasn't much left of you. And what there was, you weren't willing to share with me.

Nancy Mairs, in Remembering the Bone House

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, be the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

Precisely because a living being may die, it is necessary to care for that being so that it may live. Only under conditions in which the loss would matter does the value of the life appear. Thus, grievability is a presupposition for the life that matters.

Without grievability, there is no life, or, rather, there is something living that is other than life. Instead, there is a life that will never have been lived, sustained by no regard, no testimony, and ungrieved when lost. The apprehension of grievability precedes and makes possible the apprehension of precarious life. Grievability precedes and makes possible the apprehension of the living being as living, exposed to non-life from the start.

I don't think, for instance, that you can invoke a Protestant ethic when it comes to loss. You can't say, Oh, I'll go through loss this way, and that will be the result, and I'll apply myself to the aks, and I'll endeavor to achieve the resolution of grief that is before me. I think that one is hit by waves, and that one starts out the day with an aim, a project, a plan, and one finds oneself foiled.

Don't do this to us. He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done.

It would have hurt no matter who took you the first time.

I have always known that you will visit my grave. I see myself as a small brown bird, perhaps a sparrow, watching you from a low branch as you pray in front of my name. I will hear you sound out my epitaph: Aqui descansa una mujer que quiso volar. You will recall telling me that you once dreamed in Spanish, and felt the words lift you into flight. The sound of wings will startle you when you say volar, and you will understand.

She was mourning all her life - not for her husband, who had released her with his death, but for her own dead heart.

In this age of censorship, I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced-writers' voices, teachers' voices, students' voices-and all because of fear.

In this age of censorship I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced--writers' voices, teachers' voices, students' voices--all because of fear. How many have resorted to self-censorship? How many are saying to themselves, Nope ... can't write about that. Can't teach that book. Can't have that book in our collection. Can't let my student write that editorial in the school paper.

This grandmother person looked Vix, Lewis, and Lanie up and down without moving her head. Then she said, "Well, Tawny, I can see you've been busy." And that was it. Tawny didn't cry when Darlene died the next day.

Goodbye, Daddy. I love you. I'll always love you. This doesn't mean that I'm not going to think about you anymore. This doesn't mean that I'm never going to think about that night, either. Because that night happened. And there's nothing I can do to change the facts. But from now on I'm going to remember the good times. From now on I'm going to remember you full of life and full of love.

In Judaism, it is taught that there are three stages of grief to be endured. First there is weeping, for we all must weep for what we have lost. Second comes silence, for in the silence we understand solace, beauty, and comfort from something greater than ourselves. Third comes singing, for in singing we pour out our hearts and regain our voice.

What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.

Duniya ne kaha kabhi kisi ko khuch diya hain jo diya hain woh bhi chin liya hain

Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise.