Quotes About Loss

I would have to find something else to bury here and I wished it could be Charles.

It was the first genuinely shining day of summer, a time of year which brought Eleanor always to aching memories of her early childhood, when it seemed to be summer all the time; she could not remember a winter before father's death on a cold wet day.

whatever planned to be colorful lost its heart quickly in the village.

Ghosts are real, this much I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime. But there are others...others that hold on to an emotion, a drive, loss, revenge, or love. Those...they never go away.

Seit dem Tod ihrer Mutter war ihre Schwester der einzige Mensch auf der Welt, den sie aufrichtig hasste.

I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the deathcup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead.

Now what was here, she wondered, what was here and is gone, or what was going to be here and never came?

While I kept playing chess with him, his mind was elsewhere. I took his queen and he took my Rose.

As he grew older, his voice became rusty and only the weeping remained—but it was the sort of weeping that could move a wall, or wake the dead.

The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away—until you're blue in the face, and you won't be any the wiser. What's that you say? Philosophizing is like chewing straw? My very words!

My brother-in-law—may my life be as long as his was short!—has died of the toothache. Of course, his health wasn't too good before that.

Then she held out her hands, though all she could say was a single whispered word: "Pa-pa …" Please don't think any worse of me for having tears in my eyes now.

When the chicken fat runs out, all that's left is an empty hole.

Thinking of the dead," says my mother, "makes you wonder about the living …

When something dies is the greatest teaching.

When you were still here, Isobe thought, death seemed so far removed from me. It was as though you stood with both arms outstretched, keeping death from me. But now that you're gone, suddenly it seems right here in front of me.

In mourning, I realized the most painful place on earth was sometimes the church you attended with the person you loved, the person now gone.

But she was looking into the past, trying to understand when it was that all the laughter died.

They had lied. Time was not a friend that healed all wounds ;it was the enemy that ravaged and murdered youth.

Everything passes. Nothing is forever. Least of all love. Cameron

We're brought up to expect a happy ending. But there are no happy endings. There's only death waiting for us. We find love and happiness, and it's snatched away from us without rhyme or reason. We're on a deserted space ship careening mindlessly among the stars. The world is Dachau, and we're all Jews.

Nothing lasts forever. Nothing. How could everything have gone so wrong…so wrong…so wrong…

Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

In mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty; in melancholia it is the ego itself.