Quotes About Loss

Everyone surrounding you has gone through similar things. The search for love or the desire to have a family or the loss of a child.

And I think now that fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. -Rose

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

A game of secret, cunning stratagems, in which only the fools who are fated to lose reveal their true aims or motives - even to themselves.

A dead love never dies.

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

There is always a ..belief that by destroying the thing that we love we destroy our needs

Life often seems like a long shipwreck of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love. - The shores of existence are strewn with them.

There is one thing infinitely more pathetic than to have lost the woman one is in love with, and that is to have won her and found out how shallow she is!

Take away what we love, wed all be Joe Paterno.

As Pierre Manent described it, the city is anything but a family or community. "In reality, it subordinates the family and the group.… It takes young men from their families living, and brings them back dead.

The best thing you can say to someone going through a tragic loss is not that "It's going to be alright" It is: "Hold on tight because this is going to hurt like hell".

There's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.

To lose one parent might be considered a misfortune, or a reason to deny God's existence at the least. To lose two looks like He may be up to something.

We stand in black to watch this rite performed, the body in the box, the box in the hole, the dirt on the box.

I loved a man who had opened up a world to me but hadn't loved me enough to stay in it.

I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn't bear it. I honestly thought I couldn't bear it.

Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.

And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it. There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak...

I worked it out sitting here. Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them." There was a silence before he spoke again. "Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

When someone we love is snatched from us, it often feels very hard to make plans. Sometimes people feel like they have lost faith in the future, or they become superstitious.

none of us move on without a backward look. We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden, something that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift.