Quotes About Loss

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

I loved you, Jake.

Time is a thief of memory

Loss changes you. Sometimes that's bad. Sometimes it's good. Either way, you eat your goddam pork chop and go on.

What you love, you must love all the harder because someday it will be gone.

My old resentments were mostly gone, but not entirely. Fright and loss leave a residue.

Money was no cure for sorrow, Alec reflected, but it did allow one to grieve in relative comfort.

Time takes it all, whether you want it or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

But of course it had hurt. It had hurt before, in the worst, rupturing way, knowing there would be no more you but the universe would roll on just the same, unharmed and unhampered.

Look not long at what's offered, for every precious thing has wings and may fly away.

Three heavy blows boxed him low in the back. He saw a splash of red hit the door and had time to think, 'We should have remembered the body armor.' Then he crumpled, still holding onto the knob with one hand as the world rushed away from him. Everything he was and everything he'd ever known diminished to a single burning-bright point of light. Then it went out. His hand slipped off the knob. He died on his knees, leaning against the door.

Dead people put on weight, it seems to me; both in their flesh and in our minds, they put on weight.

Sometimes, dead is bettah - Jud Crandall, Pet Sematary

What you write down sometimes leaves you forever, like old photographs left in the bright sun, fading to nothing but white. I pray for that sort of release.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

Tony, Tony,come around, something's lost that can't be found.

Friends come and go like waiters in a restaurant, did you ever notice that? [...] Some people drown, that's all. It's not fair, but it happens

Hearts don't really break. If only they could.

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all.

There's no way you can prepare for a broken heart.

And of our memories, of course. They have voices, too. Ask anyone who has ever lost a limb or a child or a long-cherished dream. Ask anyone who blames himself for a bad decision, usually made in a raw instant (an instant that is most commonly red). Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

Something in the fog! he screamed, and Billy shrank against me-whether because of the man's bloody nose or what he was saying, I don't know. Something in the fog took John Lee! Something- He staggered back against a display of lawn food stacked by the window and sat down there.Something in the fog took John Lee and I heard him screaming!

If your grip on coins of life is not strong enough than they will gradually slip away from your hands, for surely one day you will find that your hands are empty

The price for Greatness comes with Great loss.