Quotes About Loss

Me mataron los murmullos

Catcher in the Rye had a profound impact on me-the idea that we all have lots of dreams that are slowly being chipped away as we grow up.

I just couldn't go back to Suddenly Susan after David Strickland's suicide. I didn't see how we could make the show light and funny any more.

I'm not talking about killing Cobblepot and Scarecrow or Clayface. Not Riddler or Dent... I'm talking about him. Just him. And doing it because... because he took me away from you.

When Addy died and her will decreed

When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn't go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.

And do not be paralyzed. It is better to move than to be unable to move, because you fear loss so much: loss of order, loss of security, loss of predictability.

Make notes—I've lost more material than I've ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it's not still up there in one's brain. It's in outer space and it ain't coming back.

Not tears of happiness, but rather tears of that sudden sadness that comes at those rare moments of perfect joy that are fully realized at the exact instant at which they are being experienced. Such knowledge always carries in it a premonition of loss, a premonition which needs no reason or explanation.

In order to gain their freedom, survivors may have to give up almost everything else. Battered women may lose their homes, their friends, and their livelihood. Survivors of childhood abuse may lose their families. Political refugees may lose their homes and their homeland. Rarely are the dimensions of this sacrifice fully recognized.

When trust is lost, traumatized people feel that they belong more to the dead than to the living.

Experience: A comb life gives you after you lose your hair.

It is the image in the mind that binds us to our lost treasures, but it is the loss that shapes the image. —Colette

In fact, I would like to propose that central to understanding our lives is understanding how we deal with loss. I would like to propose in this book that the people we are and the lives that we lead are determined, for better and worse, by our loss experiences.

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

When a family breaks you don't hear the crack of the breaking. You don't hear a sound.

Loss. Thats what it was, a hole I could never fill. It would be bottomless.

Your enemies are not your enemies forever. Time passes. Things change. They suffer losses deeper than yours. And you realize they are as befuddled as you at the way life goes. Once, they acted badly, they took what they wanted without care. They are just like you, though. At three in the morning, they wander to a window. They stand watching the night sky, and they are afraid.

Had the disappointments of middle age, the sorrow of a failed marriage, drained something out of her, what her father used to call her pep? Had she lost so much vitality that a young man could see right through her?

You have to stop this. I don't want to lose you too. If you have to make a revolution, Make a small revolution.

What about your mum? She got taken away. Mine too, I said. There was nothing special about that. It happened all the time.

My book 'Trust Your Heart', which is the story of my life, will be followed by 'Singing Lessons', a memoir of love, loss, hope, and healing, which talks about the death of my son and the hope that has been the aftermath of the healing from that tragedy.

My father's death was the most terrible thing that happened to me in my life.

How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child.