Quotes About Loss

was gone, suddenly and irretrievably, like a zephyr shooting into the night sky, leaving a trail of moonlit particles that swirled in brief, unspeakable beauty, and then faded into nothing.

You're right. I have no heart because I lost it to you.

love and loss are a part of life. You and I both know that. Chances can slip away while you're looking for guarantees.

This wasn't about him and his grief. It was about figuring out what was best for Derek's kids. If he started letting himself feel his loss in the depths of his soul, he might get sucked so far down into a dark hole that he'd never find his way out. And that would make him useless to these children.

with adoption, your most sacred creation disappears without you. You can't hold him in your arms, you can't claw at the boundary between you. It's . . . a hollowness. Like I'm missing a piece of myself.

Because it would be worse than never having them in the first place. I just enjoy the time I'm given with the animals.

In place of the youngster he'd once been was an angry, cynical young man made dangerous by the fact that he had nothing more to lose. In destroying an innocent boy, the Germans had unwittingly created their own worst enemy.

She'd always thought a broken heart would heal with time. Now she knew the hurt only went deeper with each passing day.

If she hadn't paid the price of her heart, perhaps this gift would never have been hers.

He was killed while serving in the military, during operation Desert Storm." She had only the vaguest recollection of the conflict. She had been in grade school when it was going on, and the conflict had been as remote as a space shuttle launch. Seeing the man in the picture, with his hauntingly familiar smile, suddenly made it real to her. "I'm terribly sorry.

She realized that no matter how old she got or how far she traveled, she would never stop needing her mom. Now, staring her in the face, was the possibility of a loss so devastating Sonnet didn't see how she could survive it.

Gran was gone. She had passed quietly one night in springtime, and Annie's world shifted on its axis. The pain of this grief was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Although it seemed impossible to find joy in the depths of her grief, Annie sensed that this was what Gran had been trying to tell her all along. She finally understood. This hurt she felt was the price of loving with her whole heart. But having Gran in her life had been worth every moment of pain.

a broken heart doesn't care how the love got lost.

In this life, I had all I ever wanted. Losing Erik was a sadness that knit itself into my soul, but that sadness was balanced out by all that came after. The years with you, my little girl, and with your grandfather and all the people of Bella Vista. It has been a life of abundance, and I will always be grateful for that.

Not for any birth mother I've ever met. You don't ever walk away. You don't ever forget. This is one of the biggest things that will ever happen to you. One of the biggest things in your life. It will always be part of you. That's one reason counseling and self-care are part of the process.

remembered that feeling as if she'd tucked it into her backpack and carried it around with her everywhere she went. This was both a blessing and a burden. A blessing, because this love had shown her, ever so briefly, that heaven could be touched. A burden, because it was a reminder of something she had lost.

Love doesn't stop when you lose someone," Carmella said. "And you don't want it to. Wrap your heart around the memories, honey, and keep him alive within you.

Questions swelled inside her, tangling with questions that would never be answered. The trouble with being angry with a dead person, she reflected, was that you could never sit down with her, talk things out, get an explanation, make amends.

We buy insurance because we're scared we'll lose what we've got. Why are we scared? Because the insurance companies keep reminding us how much we've got to lose. Then, when you've got a claim, they send somebody out to tell you why they can't pay.

My last thought before I fell asleep was: He is dead. My only friend. My only enemy.

Most of us are naturally inclined to struggle against the restrictions our friends and family impose upon us, but if we are so unfortunate as to lose a loved one, what a difference then! Then the restriction becomes a sacred trust.

For the rest of the night he sat by himself under the elm-tree. Until this moment it had never seemed to him that his magicianship set him apart from other men. But now he had glimpsed the wrong side of something. He had the eeriest feeling - as if the world were growing older around him, and the best part of existence - laughter, love and innocence - were slipping irrevocably into the past.

One death is a tragedy one million is a statistic.