Quotes About Loss

Sitting at my kitten's grave, I forgave myself for the last ten years. Wrong turns? No. I had acted in good faith, doing what I thought was right. But what was right, now, was seeing that my needs had changed. One of those new needs had just surfaced. I wanted a pet. I didn't care what kind; James could choose. Or not. He would argue against it, but when I thought of my baby and the

She wasn't supposed—to die until—we talked.

Emptiness did that to a person. Her insides were a big black hole where dreams of her mother had been.

Remember my mother—how much she suffered before she died, how thin and gray she seemed after so much surgery? I don't picture her that way anymore. I picture her as she was before she got sick.

When we don't have something in our lives, we tell ourselves that we don't need it, that we don't want it—because the alternative is aching for it, which breeds a sense of loss. So, we remove it from the picture we make of our lives. What we don't see, we don't miss. Then, as Paul said, something happens

Turning off the machines is a technicality. Her mind is already gone. Her spirit lingers, but it's tied to her bed because we are. If we want it free, we have to do this for her." Molly heard an echo of her father and saw no inconsistency. Yes, Robin's soul was in heaven. Her spirit, though, was different. It was the part of her that lived on in everyone she left behind. In that regard, what Kathryn said made sense.

When we lose someone we love, we can either die with them or live on to celebrate their life.

So, is it harder to dream about what you don´t have than to live in fear of losing what you do?

he didn't look as much like a user as a man who had lost someone near and dear. She let it go. Wasn't that the lesson of the week? Anger accomplished nothing. Denial was a crutch.

Accept what you can't change by changing what you can't accept. My father may have died nearly in front of my daughter's nose, but I won't have her thinking the timing was all bad. I can change the narrative. Can't I?

So is it worse," Zoe asked, eyes haunted, "when someone who is all alone dies, or when someone dies and leaves family and friends? I don't know.

When we lose someone we love, we can either die with them or live on to celebrate their life. I'm tired of focusing on what we lost. I want to focus on what we had.

When you lose the most precious thing in your life, how do you go on? How do you not?

If you no longer have a child, are you still a mother?

Mothers and daughters share a special bond." "I never knew how special until it wasn't there anymore. I'm twenty-seven, and when something good or bad happens in my life, I still wonder what my mom would think. I've lived more of my life without her than with her, but it still matters.

When you know what you have to lose, you protect it more.

drank themselves to death. However

It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.

Like this cemetery, she was old and dry and what she had once been or even later represented had begun to slip from memory.

The upside to grief is it takes away your appetite. When people say you look good they really mean it. Nature's thoughtful that way.

Yeah, but what does that even mean... heaven? Because see, I need to be able to put him somewhere, Zo. In my head, I mean. I need to be able to close my eyes and picture him and know he's okay. And just saying the word heaven doesn't help that much. Because like what is heaven, exactly? And where is it? And what do you do there?

I still hadn't cried. It wasn't that kind of pain yet. Mostly, it was just this total feeling of emptiness in my gut. Like a cannonball had been shot cleanly through my middle. And I swear to god, I actually remember reaching under my sweatshirt and touching my stomach to see if you could feel the hole from the outside.

Do you cook for yourself then?' 'I live alone, you know. Since my wife died…' 'Yes, of course, Miss Morrow told me.' 'Really? What did she say?' 'Oh, how sad it was and all that sort of thing,' said Jane rapidly with her eyes on the ground.

Nessun maggior dolore, Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria.