Quotes About Loss

IT'S BEEN EIGHTEEN MONTHS SINCE ALYSS'S DEATH

And then the world turned red, then black. And there was nothing any more.

RememberWhen we last gathered roses in the garden,I found my wits; but truly you lost yours.

There are but a few that look on themselves as concerned at all, just like a company of simple sheep in a fat pasture. The butcher comes and fetches one today, another tomorrow. The rest feed on and take no notice of what is become of their lost companions. 'Tis as if a company of condemned persons (reprieved for a time) should be appointed to be executed one after another...

destroyed above 12,000,000 of souls upon the continent of America, in the space of forty years.

AS SYSTEMS GROW IN SIZE AND COMPLEXITY, THEY TEND TO LOSE BASIC FUNCTIONS

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

A fox may steal your hens, Sir, a whore your health and pence, Sir, your daughter rob your chest, Sir, your wife may steal your rest, Sir, a thief your goods and plate. But this is all but picking, with rest, pence, chest and chicken; it ever was decreed, Sir, if lawyer's hand is feed, Sir, he steals your whole estate.

I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...

everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me...

The heart mourns people and places and returns to them in dreams...

there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...

some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart...

we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...

you either forgive a lover for abandoning you or you forgive God for taking them - either way you have to forgive...

I keep breaking things - appointments and porcelain, thinking of your lips...

a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...

Venice had no memories of her father, a policeman killed in the line of duty before she was born, and it was a source of pain that she'd never truly overcome. For as long as she could remember, she'd always dreamed about what her father might have sounded like and smelled like. The picture on Mama's dresser gave her a face, but she'd never know the voice that went with it.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost

We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a silver lining in the clouds. But I believe there is real value in just standing there, being still, being sad.