Quotes About Loss

Happy?" Delilah spluttered. "About someone being dead? Are you serious?

I think that's why my parents can't even look at me anymore - they know they lost the wrong kid." - Jason Dilaurentis, Pretty Little Liars

Good-bye, Nisha, I added my farewell to my sister's. I promise, whoever did this to us is going to pay.

She thought about how Chase had looked at her at Scarlet's funeral reception—like she was the worst person on earth. And the fact that he hadn't reached out to her at all this week. Just as she was worried that Scarlet had somehow contacted Camille before she died, she feared that Scarlet had told Chase, too. It could explain why he'd stayed away from her.

We haven't officially met," she said softly. "I'm Charlotte Chamberlain. I'm very sorry for your loss." ... "I'm so sorry, Char," she whispered... "We're sorry we didn't give you a chance to explain," Madeline said.

That was Sanjay Banerjee... He just found Nisha facedown in their swimming pool. She's dead. - Mr. Mercer

I wondered if that was what I was doing myself – caring so much about something that was so long gone that I was only propping it up.

Today is the anniversary of my husband's death," Maria announced. It was a dramatic statement, but the occasion seemed to demand it. "And I am going to leave.

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn't true.

In wartime, she thought to herself, you don't call a death murder.

There was something unbearable about the damp, dark earth closing over a coffin and the still, empty flesh that was inside. She had attended a hundred funerals, but when you really loved someone there was something too final about a burial. Something brutal.

There Will Be Stars There will be stars over the place forever; Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost, Every time the earth circles her orbit On the night the autumn equinox is crossed, Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep; There will be stars over the place forever, There will be stars forever, while we sleep.

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

It was a night of early spring, The winter-sleep was scarcely broken; Around us shadows and the wind Listened for what was never spoken. Though half a score of years are gone, Spring comes as sharply now as then— But if we had it all to do It would be done the same again. It was a spring that never came; But we have lived enough to know That what we never have, remains; It is the things we have that go.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes— It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

I have come to bury Love Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black Where none can see. I shall put no flowers at his head, Nor stone at his feet, For the mouth I loved so much Was bittersweet. I shall go no more to his grave, For the woods are cold. I shall gather as much of joy As my hands can hold. I shall stay all day in the sun Where the wide winds blow,— But oh, I shall cry at night When none will know.

It will not change now After so many years; Life has not broken it With parting or tears; Death will not alter it, It will live on In all my songs for you When I am gone.

There will be stars over the place forever; Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost, Every time the earth circles her orbit On the night the autumn equinox is crossed, Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep; There will be stars over the place forever, There will be stars forever, while we sleep.

Never again the music blown as brightly Off of my heart as foam blown off a wave; Never again the melody that lightly Caressed my grief and healed the wounds it gave. Never again–I hear my dark thoughts clashing Sullen and blind as waves that beat a wall– Age that is coming, summer that is going, All I have lost or never found at all.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

in a world threatened by the loss of story, the task of Christian discipleship—specifically, catechesis or baptismal training—becomes a matter of life and death.

...Time does not heal, It makes a half-stitched scar That can be broken and again you feel Grief as total as in its first hour. -Elizabeth Jennings

The sands of time are quicksands ... so much can sink into them without a trace.

Hey, Hachi People always say that you only discover how precious something is after you lose it--- but I think, you only really recognize it... when you see it a second time face to face. -Nana Osaki