Quotes About Loss

People say it's the finality of death that they can't handle. But what was tearing me apart was that I didn't know where Aidan was. I mean, he had to be somewhere.

Adulthood, for all its opportunities, meant the simultaneous accumulation of loss. Momentarily the emptiness was unbearable.

Goodness and happiness were gone for ever and nothing could be retrieved. This was going to end; and end terribly. The last three years had been spent trying to dodge their fate, but it was rushing up to meet them.

Those who hadn't experienced the death of a parent [...] had an innocence that flew in the face of reality, an expectation that life would still deliver a fairy-tale ending.

He didn't even attempt to smile and I knew then that I had lost him.

Grief and passion make a volatile mix.

Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.

he told her folk never got over grief. It's there to make inroads into life, taking a bit at a time away from you.

People with a lot of dead begin to lose the desire to live.

To love is to accept that one might die another death before one dies one's own.

I had no idea that the gate I would step through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother's body made.

and I'd die of his emptiness even more than I'm dying of my own.

When we lose contact, we see only hate, only injustice, a giant so great its shadow blocks our sun.

Loss is the wisdom behind song.

I think hope is the worst thing in the world. I really do. It makes a fool of you while it lasts. And then when it's gone, it's like there's nothing left of you at all . . . except what you can't be rid of.

You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.

This is not to say that joy is a compensation for loss, but that each of them, joy and loss, exists in its own right and must be recognised for what it is... So joy can be joy and sorrow can be sorrow, with neither of them casting either light or shadow on the other.

It is better to have nothing, for at last even our bones will fall. It is better to have nothing.

The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted.

Why must we be left, the survivors picking among the flotsam, among the small, unnoticed, unvalued clutter that was all that remained when they vanished, that only catastrophe made notable?

Material things are so vulnerable to the humiliations of decay. There are some I dearly wish might be spared.

This perfect quiet had settled into their house after the death of their father. That event had troubled the very medium of their lives. Time and air and sunlight bore wave and wave of shock, until all the shock was spent, and time and space and light grew still again and nothing seemed to tremble, and nothing seemed to lean.

In that eternity of his, where everybody will be happy, how could he feel the lack of her, the loss of her?

Musing thus, she set out upon on her widowhood, and became altogether as good a widow as she had been a wife.