Quotes About Loss

Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.

He likened Tom's death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable. I stayed miserable for two days.

Avec lui, la vie était banale, sans lui, elle devenait insupportable.

the biography of a childhood which necessarily is the biography of a place, a way of life gone forever out of the world.

Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive.

No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.

Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it's gone forever.

Never let fear and stupid pride make you lose someone who's precious to you.

By living our lives, we nurture death. True as this might be, it was only one of the truths we had to learn. What I learned from Naoko's death was this: no truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.

Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you.

But you know Hajime, some feelings cause us pain because they remain.