Quotes About Loss

I tell you hopeless grief is passionless.

I shall but love thee bitter after death

Kula??na çal?nan sevdiÄŸin bir ses, Sustuysa, tatl?l???n? yitirdiyse aniden, Ç??l?kla y?rtmaya cesaret edemediÄŸin bir sessizlik, Kuvvetli, taze bir hastal?k gibi ac?t?yorsa seni, Ne ümidi? Ne yard?m?? Nas?l bir müzik silebilir, Bu sessizliÄŸi kulaklar?ndan?

Thank you for the sympathy and interest which you have extended towards us in our heavy affliction. Even you cannot know all that we have lost; but God knows, and it has pleased Him to take away the blessing that He gave. And all must be right since He doeth all! Indeed we did not foresee this great grief! If we had we could not have felt it less; but I should not then have been denied the consolation of being with her at the last.

To H.S. Boyd Monday, September 19, 1843. My own dear Friend, — I should have written instantly to explain myself out of appearances which did me injustice, only I have been in such distress as to have no courage for writing. Flush was stolen away, and for three days I could neither sleep nor eat, nor do anything much more rational than cry.

Mostly, Irizarry knew anger was a waste of time and energy. It didn't solve anything. It didn't fix anything. It couldn't bring back anything that was lost. People, lives. The sorts of things that got washed away in the tides of time. Or were purged, whether you wanted them gone or not.

How will you know that you love, if there is no terror of losing? Is it love at all, if there is no risk? If it is safe?

When you are a certain age or when you have lost certain things and people, Aimee's crippling grief will make a terrible poisoned dark sense.

You commit yourself completely to something and then you take your eyes off it for an instant and it's gone. Like it never was. Like you can't even see the evidence of the thing that was there, that you trusted your weight, your honor, your life, your heart to. I've seen some shit, let me tell you.

I felt even more hollow than I had.

There was the sense of something having been ripped from me; that heartbroken punch of loss without any memories to explain where it was coming from.

I've got a head so full of dead people I suspect whoever I started off as should be counted as one of them.

Had he robbed her of all joy forever? Or of all trust in her joy, which amounted to the same thing?

You know what you've lost, sometimes, and there's no point in talking about it. You turn around and look at the ruins, and then you either sink down by the roadside and cry or you pick up your pack and lump on.

Oh, Ellie. You are still so slick. Patty lost as much as the rest of us. More. Here we are, and love each other, and links forged in shared fire. And Patty's got herself and the voices in her head.

The list of what the world would not allow was long for mourning over.

Perceval had been slow in forgiving herself for her lost loved ones and enemies, and slower in forgiving the new Angel so forged in the exigencies of her birth.

My identity, my selfhood. The person I'd been for nearly twenty ans. It dropped away, and I was left wrecked and retching, cramped, choking up a thin stream of bile.

Dying seemed a small price to pay for such a kiss and now he knew why Selene had fallen away from Muire so disconsolate.

Everyone loved and lost, and perhaps it took a necromancer to appreciate how truly universal that experience could be.

You commit yourself completely to something and then you take your eyes off it for an instant and it's gone. Like it never was. Like you can't even see the evidence of the thing that was there, that you trusted your weight, your honor, your life, your heart to.

I remembered what it felt like to have your heart peeled out of your body and handed to you by somebody you'd loved and allowed yourself to be vulnerable to.

I shrugged, and wondered if Pearl could see in that simple gesture the pain of losing an enforced religion because somebody gave you the switch and you were curious enough to turn it off.

The dead cast no shadows; nor did they reflect.