Quotes About Loss

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. Aeschylus

night of limitless possibility expired, of a life forfeited, of a foreclosed

I don't know; I haven't heard from Uncle Stuart since the day we drove out to Brooklyn together to talk to Mirav Mendelsohn. I miss him, in a way. He meant so much more to me than I could ever mean to him. You don't get too many people like that. Roy Belisle and Bob Santacroce and Stuart Plotz- any one of them could have been something that was almost everything, if things had worked out just a little differently.

This ending of this love, while short, is like a paper cut. You get so caught up in the story that you are uncovering that you fail to see the edge begin to bite. It cuts deep and it stings no better than the last time but in a week or two, you will forget that it even happened;

They say you have to watch out for a woman scorned . Let me tell you, a woman in mourning can be just as deadly.

Yet he was still shaken by fading echoes of his fear that she might flee. Losing her would be very . . . personal.

Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other---and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.

I didn't want to go inside, to nod at condolences, to taste that mixture of casseroles and grief.

It's all right that there are things that you do not get over, not really. You just go on, knowing that the things you love could be stripped from you at any moment, remembering to love them now. It makes you human. You try to be decent and treat people gently, knowing that they, too, have their scars and madness that, like yours, do not show.

Because it wasn't just the death of a sweet little beast we were marking—it was the death of what we thought we'd been doing, where we'd thought we were living, the death of being able to believe anymore in our innocence and the existence of goodness around us.

People go, you know. It's only you that remains. That's the way it will be. That's certain at least. It takes years to learn to be still.

He had dreamed, he had dreamed...it left him.

If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.

Through writing, I have been looking back ever since, trying to recapture all that was left behind

There's a school of wisdom about love that says the surest way to lose someone is to hold on to them too tightly -- as demonstrated over and over again by the split-ups of lovers, but also by parents and children. Although there it's more complicated by far. Lovers, initially strangers, become strangers again; the tie between parent and child pulls and twists for a lifetime, taking on the strangest forms.

Some family's boat capsized at Lake Winnipesaukee the day before and now they were looking for the father's body.

The older you get, the more bad things happen," he said. "Good ones, too. People you care about start dying. There's no getting around it.

Not until we learned of his illness, and we walked the path of that terrible struggle together, did I understand what it meant to be a couple - to be a true partner and to have one. I learned the full meaning of marriage only as mine was drawing to a close. I discovered what love was as mine departed the world. This is our story.

This was the terrible part of being a parent. The more you loved, the more you had to lose. It might as well be your own heart the pitcher was firing off toward the plate, hovering out in midair, ready for some bat to smash into it. Once you had a child you were never safe again.

When we the moment her obsession took hold, to spare her children the pain of loss. As if any parent could do that. As if it would be a good thing, if she could...The best you could do was to raise your children in such a way that when trouble found them-- as it would--they'd be able to survive it.

When was the moment her obsession took hold, to spare her children the pain of loss. As if any parent could do that. As if it would be a good thing, if she could...The best you could do was to raise your children in such a way that when trouble found them-- as it would--they'd be able to survive it.

A parent could no more protect her children from sorrow and loss than she could keep the sun from setting, or rising again the next day.

The people she used to have, with whom she might have discussed losing her parents, were the parents she'd lost. But the larger truth was that she couldn't have talked to them about it anyway. Martin and Vivian had died that night, but they had been largely absent forever.

Some family's boad capsized at Lake Winnipesaukee the day before and now they were looking for the father's body.