Quotes About Loss

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

She told me that while my father's body might be crushed under tons of black earth, the body is nothing but camouflage. She whispered that every soul is a river trying to find its way back to the sea.

Then, breathing slow, and almost deliberately, stops. But for a moment the old man doesn't realize he is dead. He can feel Martin's heart and mistakes it for his own.

Your grief is something to be admired – the pain of severance. A scar where something used to be.

I barely remember her, but I am still in love with her ghost.

even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

Those left behind sometimes try and stop loving- but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

to love without fear would be to drown in another person. A first mouthful of water; a face disappearing; the sun changing shape, a bright rim, like the edge of a bottle into which she had fallen. Then her body would fill, go limp with gentle heaviness, and drift with the current.

The memories keep him company. He doesn't believe in finding anyone new. He's happy with what he had. Desire is met with the memory of satisfaction.

Death ends a life but not a relationship. I

It was the first of many times he would try to remember her face, the forst of many times he would look for someone and not see them- search for someone whose absence defined him.

I would give everything, even memory—especially memory—if I could hold Leo again. The weight of his absence is the weight of the entire world. I

Alzheimer's is like having your entire life written out in chalk and then washed over by the sea at every tide.

Unfortunately, I can't run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I'll never be the same.

But I know loving someone means losing a part of myself.

Do you ever lose the ego?" Westford asks me. "Yeah." When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.

Alex took a piece of my heart with him when he left.

Dios mio, I think my brother lost his balls somewhere between here and Mexico. Or maybe Brittany has them zipped inside that fancy purse (of hers).

He may be out of my life physically, but he'll always be a part of me. I can't let him go even if I tried. Alex took a piece of my heart, but that doesn't mean my life has to be on hold. I can't keep running after ghosts.

The threat of taking something away makes us appreciate it more.

when an old person dies, a whole library disappears.

Het is ongelooflijk dat het verlies van iemand die je liefhebt je lichaam zo kan onttakelen. Alles doet zeer. Mijn botten, Mijn spieren, huid, heel mijn lijf reageert op mijn verdriet. Maar er komt een moment dat je te moe bent om nog te huilen, en je jezelf terug vind terwijl je alleen nog maar voor je uit kunt staren.