Quotes About Loss

I miss my fox-headed brother. Keeper

He had come to believe in the fullness and flowering of his love for her, that he knew Violet's every mood, every thought; but now he seemed to be losing her, and this sense that she was drifting away, borne on a current he could not feel, made him angry because it made him afraid.

My roses still bloom, for I will not let them fade, but the weeping willows have choked out the cherry trees, and all the chrysanthemums and snapdragons have become love-lies-bleeding and anemones and hydrangeas of the deepest indigo blue. You are missed, my only violet.

Once you sell your soul to the Bastion, you never get it back.

The world is disappearing, piece by piece; the darkness has closed in around me long before the sun sets.

I ride behind the dog out of the city; the city of burning, the city of ghosts. When the gatemouth has shrunk behind us, the dog stops and come back and ties my hands to the saddle. Then we ride again. I don't know how long we ride. Everything hurts, and the city is screaming behind me.

There are no gardens in the Mirador. Only graveyards.

I have followed Hamlet for so long, so blindly. Now that he is gone, I do not remember how to walk on my own.

No," I said, barely more than a whisper. "Oh, no." But denial made no more difference to the truth than it ever does. Belle Lune was burning.

The indignities visited on his corpse could not touch him; in death he was inviolate. I had no such grace.

Dead people are bad for business." She gave a half smile. "Except for in your business.

Grief is like being strapped to a bad fairground ride you never paid to go on.

She hadn't lived in the moment because she hadn't liked the moment she was living in. She'd done her best to be strong and keep smiling, but it had been the toughest year of her life. Grief, she thought, was a horrible companion.

I'm still sad. Part of me will always be sad, and there are days when I'm crushed by it. But the truth is that sometimes life sends you change that you wouldn't have chosen, and this was one of those times. I had no choice about losing Cameron, but I do have a choice about what I do with my life from now on. I miss him terribly, but I intend to get out of bed and keep living, no matter how hard that feels. And all the memories can come along with me.

tain't so pleasant as when poor dear was here. Oh, I didn't want to lose her an' she didn't want to go, but it had to be. Such things ain't for us to say; there's no yes an' no to it.

When I went in again the little house had suddenly grown lonely, and my room looked empty as it had the day I came. I and all my belongings had died out of it, and I knew how it would seem when Mrs. Todd came back and found her lodger gone. So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.

My mom died of cancer when I was really young. I'm not someone who tries to work out their own stuff with a role, but I think that happened despite my best efforts to keep myself separate from it.

And then we jumped off Mount Olympus and flew through the clouds and you held your knee to your chest because you skinned it on a sharp cloud and then we fell into a salty lake. Then I woke up and the window frightened me and I thought: Eurydice is dead. Then I thought—who is Eurydice? Then the whole room started to float and I thought: what are people? Then my bed clothes smiled at me with a crooked green mouth and I thought: who am I? It scares me, Eurydice. Please come back.

Listen to her the way you would listen to your own daughter if she died too young and tried to speak to you across long distances.

I see it as my job to mourn him until the day I die.

When you snatch happiness in little bits, fits and starts, and lose it, like me, you become coarse, little by little, you become hateful.

Paying for your lover's funeral is the gay version of a bar mitzvah. It is how you know that you have become a man.

Annihilation is a bad strategy, it gives the other nothing to lose.

David is very concerned about being remembered. I'm concerned about remembering because, after all, I'm going to be left behind. People we know die all the time and there is really no way to react. What can you do? Freak out every day? David brings memory up all the time. I can see how appalled he is at how little any of us react to AIDS deaths. He's focused a lot of worry on being forgotten.