Quotes About Loss

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.

I feel like crying. There's something so sad about broken concrete.

There's a woman in the bakery who smiles at me as if everyone I've ever known has just died.

It's amazing how many grandparents some children go through. At my last school one wretched child had SEVENTEEN. Another one died every time there was homework due. Think about it, class. SEVENTEEN.

It gets easier when you've met and dealt with your own grief. It gets easier, but it'll probably never be easy.

It wasn't hard to imagine them surrounded by their families as they did the last of their breathing. Said their goodbyes. Kissed cheeks. No luggage to check in. Leave your body with us, I thought. We'll look after that.

Was it courage that made her take the last step, or weakness? Was it loss that walked her to the edge, or a search for freedom?

To truly know death, you'd have to have loved.

Deal with death every day of my life... in one way or another. You can never tell when it's going to bring you undone.

That last thread of real family had snapped. It hadn't been torn apart with the calamity of a cyclone but unravelled in increments, over years.

Ghosts often exist even in the bodies of people we love.

What I mean to say is no, I don't want her back, just words hanging like leaves from a tree limb, nothing can bring her back anyway; words wouldn't build her bit by bit, piece by piece, she's gone, and there is strength in knowing that. Maybe the longing will ease. Maybe the seconds will lapse into minutes. I'm not Christ – I can't raise the dead.

You cried out in your sleep last night, steel toe boots doing dances in your head. It's raining now and no one cares. Palmetto trees stand guard outside. He died last night, actually at 7:45 this morning. Will you cry? Will you?

They closed the transient 5th Avenue Motel and now where will they go? They came from all over to stay for a night or a month or whatever they could afford, however they can afford it – and now it's gone, broken windows boarded up, chain link fence surrounding it like it's a dog with scurvy. The transient hotel drained pale, pissing in an empty ashtray.

Love's the only game I know where two can play and, still, both can lose

I do not believe in goodness in the world anymore. What is good either dies or is killed.

The only way love ever affected death was in making it more painful.

I need her still, and I don't know what to do. She was just here.

I shall give you a little prophecy, Locke Lamora, as best as I have seen it. 'Three things you must take up and three things you must lose before you die: a key, a crown, a child.' Patience pushed her hood up over her head. 'You will die when a silver rain falls.

Until you finally lose the strength for sarcasm, Locke, I wouldn't hire any mourners.

We can rob nobles. We can do second-story work. We can slide down chimneys and slip locks and rob coaches and break vaults and do a fine spread of card tricks," said Locke. "I could cut your balls off, if you had any, and replace them with marbles, and you wouldn't notice for a week. But I hate to tell you that the one class of criminal we really haven't associated with, ever, is fucking pirates!" "We're at a bit of a loss

Three things must you take up and three things must you lose before you die: a key, a crown, a child." Patience pushed her hood up over her head. "You will die when a silver rain falls." "You're making all this shit up," said Locke. "I could be," said Patience. "I very well could be. And that's part of your punishment. Go forth now and live, Locke Lamora. Live, uncertain.

Thusfar today, we've lost a ship, a small fortune, your hatchets, and now your optics." "At least our setbacks are getting progressively smaller.