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Quotes About Loss

A woman's life has so many demands because she is the axis around which so many little planets spin. I did it and, yes, there were countless delightful moments. But that part of my life died when Stratton did.
~ Mary Alice Monroe
Grief can make you question your goals and purpose. How you want to spend your life.
~ Mary Alice Monroe
Love wasn't hard, she thought. Losing love was.
~ Mary Alice Monroe
Are not the forest fringes wet with tears? Is not the voice of all regret Breaking out of the dark earth's heart? She too, she too, has loved and lost; and though She turned last night in disdain Away from the sunset-embers, From her soul she can never depart; She can never depart from her pain. Vainly she strives to forget; Beautiful in her woe, She awakes in the dawn and remembers.
~ Mary Alice Monroe
She'd hatched into this new world of widowhood and wasn't sure where to turn now for her own personal source of light. Lost without bearings, scrambling madly toward some unseen goal. She no longer trusted her instincts. She didn't know how to be alone. She was afraid to be the solitary swimmer she'd once been. Brett had changed that in her. She needed the companionship of her friends more than ever.
~ Mary Alice Monroe
Would she be able to bear never seeing him again? Never in this life?
~ Mary Balogh
They were stranded on the opposite sides of death, at least for now, and that was all there was to it.
~ Mary Balogh
He loved me, she said, her voice leaden. It is so easy to take love for granted when one has always had it. I knew he loved me as I loved him, but I did not realize perhaps how much until all love was removed.
~ Mary Balogh
One of the most horrible realities about the death of someone closely related, she remembered, was the necessity of going on almost immediately with the trivialities of living. As though nothing of any real significance had changed.
~ Mary Balogh
Then he half raised himself from the ground, threw his arms into the air, and fell forward in his side. He was dead.
~ Arthur Conan Doyle
her young heart was no longer her own.
~ Arthur Conan Doyle
A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her. He
~ Arthur Conan Doyle
De todos los fantasmas, los de nuestros antiguos amores son los más dolorosos.
~ Arthur Conan Doyle
Of all ruins, that of a fine man is the saddest.
~ Arthur Conan Doyle
I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.
~ Arthur Golden
I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this man's wife lived on inside him.
~ Arthur Golden
I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.
~ Arthur Golden
Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories. I've lived my life again just telling it to you.
~ Arthur Golden
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it.
~ Arthur Golden
razgovaram s jednim starijim muškarcem koji mi objašnjava kako njegova žena, nije doista mrtva, jer zadovoljstva iz vremena koje su proveli zajedno i dalje žive u njemu.
~ Arthur Golden
Mi madre y mi padre habían muerto y yo no podía hacer nada para cambiarlo. Pero supongo que yo también había estado en cierto modo muerta aquel último año. Y mi hermana... pues sí, se había ido; pero yo no me había ido.
~ Arthur Golden
Happily I didn't see her after she'd died, except for her legs, which were visible from the doorway and looked like slender tree limbs wrapped in wrinkled silk.
~ Arthur Golden
La pena es una cosa extraña; nos deja totalmente desamparados. Es como una ventana que se abriera sola; la habitación se queda fría y lo único que podemos hacer es tiritar. Pero cada vez se abre un poco menos, hasta que un día nos preguntamos qué habrá pasado con ella.
~ Arthur Golden
Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before
~ Arthur Golden