Quotes About Loss

like someone suddenly handed clear glasses, and I saw that pretty much everyone bore the brutal imprint of love, whether it was lost, whipped away from them, or simply vanished into a grave.

do not let whatever happened with that foolish family next door dim your light. You are a courageous, gorgeous, tremendously kind little creature and I shall be forever grateful that their loss has been my gain. Thank you.

Cand oamenii pe care ii iubim mor tineri este ca si cum am primi un semnal care ne aminteste ca nimic nu este garantat, ca aveam datoria sa profitam la maximum de ceea ce avem. Am sentimentul ca, in sfarsit, am inteles asta.

Beautiful and wealthy as she was, I felt sorry for her. I thought she probably wouldn't realize what she had lost until it was much too late.

pretty much everyone bore the brutal imprint of love, whether lost, whipped away from them or simply vanished into a grave.

Las lágrimas me abandonaron en silencio, señal de que algo más me abandonaba. La culpa. El miedo. Otras emociones para las que no tenia palabras.

To commit to Sam was to commit to the likelihood of more loss.

I can't delete my brother's voice mail message. I have a little listen to his voice when I feel like I'm going to forget what he sounds like.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a small, broken thing. What emerged was the only thing I could safely say. 'I missed you.

quieted into sniffs and hiccups, leaving her to shake

Qué fue lo mas difícil? - ¿Perdone? - De trabajar con William Traynor. - Dejarlo ir.

infidelity. They ended because the

But then I knew better than anyone how the persona you chose to present to the world could be very different from what was really inside. I knew how grief could make you behave in ways you couldn't even begin to understand.

Those early months, it was as if I had lost a layer of skin – I felt everything more intensely. I woke up laughing, or crying, saw everything as if a filter had been removed. I ate new foods, walked strange streets, spoke to people in a language that wasn't mine. Sometimes I felt haunted by him, as if I was seeing it all through his eyes, heard his voice in my ear.

have given up my best years and watched my friends freeze, drown and burn. I have given up my innocence, my friends their lives, so that I might grieve for what I was never sure I even wanted. At least, until it was too late.

I had never considered that you might miss a job like you missed a limb -- a constant, reflexive thing. I hadn't thought as well as the obvious fears about money, and your future, losing your job would make you feel inadequate, and a bit useless. That it would be harder to get up in the morning than you were rudely shocked in to consciousness by the alarm. That you might missed the people you worked with, no matter how little you had in common with them.

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. "And

relationship. She had lost the man she loved.

He was rapt, suddenly unself-conscious. I turned away, unexpectedly afraid to look at him. I was afraid of what he might be feeling, the depth of his loss, the extent of his fears. Will Traynor's life had been so far beyond the experiences of mine. Who was I to tell him how he should want to live it?

I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I'm not allowed a say in yours?

I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I'm not allowed a say in yours? -Lou

Gdy my?lisz, ?e kogo? tracisz, nie zawsze zachowujesz si? w najm?drzejszy sposób.

none of us move on without a backward look. We move on always carrying with us those we have lost.

Vi?a zaud?jums ir gluži k? kr?t?s izrauts caurums, nerimstoša smeldze, tukšums, kuru man nekad neizdosies aizpild?t.