Quotes About Loss

The day we gathered our daughter's bones, the valley was full of wild lilies. Do you remember? You told me to consider the lilies, that God takes care of them and will surely, then, care for us. Consider them now, my love. Consider the lilies.

The words opened a raw, furious place in me. She wanted me to write? My daughter was dead. My writing was dead, too. One day had never come. I was the shattered pieces on the floor. Life had taken a mallet to me.

Choiak, son of Dios and a keeper of camels in the village of Soknopaiou, his wife having died and left him toil and suffering, does hand over his two-year-old daughter, Diodora, to a priest of the Temple of Isis for the sum of 1,400 silver drachmae.

So. It was not I who would leave her, as I'd thought, but she who would leave me.

I turned off the light and tried to sleep but ended up nursing a sense of loss that seemed heavier than ever.

Already his features had dimmed a little in my mind. It terrified me, this slow disappearing.

I'd always taken my hope from mauma and she was gone.

Does this wild errant need fade, like the colour of eyes do?

Crockery broke and fabric frayed. The delicate things I cared about perished, while the hard things like swords survived.

All my life, I have run after false gold. You were the only treasure I ever had—and then I lost you.

When you lose your home at a young age, you spend your life looking for its replacement.

all roads converge on a single moment on June 25, 1950. For those of her generation who lost somebody, life is forever divided between before that day and after.

The notion of following your heart's desire, of going wherever you chose, did not exist here, and I did not see any way to let them know what it felt like, especially since, after so little time in their system, I had lost my own sense of freedom.

The past was all right there before me: generations of Koreans separated by division; decades of longing, loss, hurt, regret, guilt.

But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.

an angry man can later become happy, a resentful man can become pleased, but a kingdom once destroyed can never be restored nor the dead brought back to life

Maybe we lost the things we loved then so we could survive losing every thing else.

Nothing good happened to Romeo or Juliet.

I wondered how many people had sung By the dawn's early light' yesterday and were dead today.

The only feeling stronger than loss is love.

Everyone craves security. But gaining freedom means losing security.

Everyone craves security, but gaining freedom means loosing security.

So perhaps it was her grief I felt as I gazed on this child not mine, and not even much of a child anymore. Grief not for him, nor for Martha exactly, but for all my lost selves, which I liked to imagine were still somehow there, waiting for my return. But those selves were long gone. I would never be younger again. This was so simple it went without saying, but unsaid, one could try to forget it.

Go away, he said. Go away. I wish you had never come here. I wish I had never heard of the Light and the Dark, and your damned old Merriman and his rhymes. If I had your golden harp now I would throw it in the sea. I am not a part of your stupid quest anymore, I don't care what happens to it. And Cafall was never a part of it either, or a part of your pretty pattern. He was my dog, and I loved him more than anything in the world, and now he is dead. Go away .