Quotes About Loss

Yet every relationship carries the possibility of pain: to risk loving someone is to risk the pain of losing them.

She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of a leviathan's roar, and the warmth within a cat's paw. She had conversed with the wind and had wiped soldier's tears. She had made people see, she'd seen herself in the sea. Butterflies had landed on her wrists, she had planted trees. She had loved, and let love go. So she smiled.

How can you know love, and lose it, and go on living without it, and not feel the loss forever?" "You can't," Feather answered. "You feel the loss forever. But you put it in a corner of yourself, and bit by bit some of your sorrow changes into joy. And that's how you go on living.

Though she'd try to do otherwise, she had never been able to stop cluttering her present with her past. Now somebody she didn't know would pack her treasures into plastic bags and carry them away. A life, at its end, is a pile of cloth and paper, and goods that can be bagged and labelled. None of the best things - the voice and the laugh, the tilt of the head, the things seen and felt and spoken - are allowed to stay behind.

I sensed that he was dead, but wasn't sure if death was forever. It seemed best to stay nearby, in case the chance came to make everything changed.

Tutto cospirava contro di lui, tutto puntava alla sua sconfitta. Premette il corpo contro le sbarre, stanco fino al midollo. Stanco di nascondersi e vivere di sotterfugi, stanco di essere preso in giro dalla fortuna. Stanco di preoccuparsi, di prendere decisioni, di essere responsabile, di essere costretto a resistere. Stanco di vedersi sottrarre le cose. Stanco della tristezza che aveva nel cuore.

My heart lurched and cleanly broke.

The warmth of outside was shaved from my skin and fell in curls to the floor.

When did simple sadness become an inadequate expression of grief?

when your world falls apart and everything's ruined, you lose part of yourself. Not all, inconveniently. One half, the best half, dies. The other half lives.

Look at us. One bleeding body, one corpse, and a husk who's been half dead for years. No one who took an objective look at this room could think it was anything but too late, Ruth. For all of us.

People mind so much less when old people die, which is dreadfully unfair! "He had a good innings," they say, as if that makes it tolerable, whereas when a child dies everyone knows it's the worst kind of tragedy. I believe every death is a tragedy!

Life punishes the needy; admit you can't live without something and it's taken away.

didn't belong to her. She said her car was missing a mirror and the trains were knackered, so she'd

I left my scarf behind. You sent it on. I meant to buy and send a Thank You card But I forgot, and soon the year was gone And the year after that. My life was hard

Trainers All Turn Grey (after Robert Frost's 'Nothing Gold Can Stay') You buy your trainers new. They cost a bob or two. At first they're clean and white, The laces thick and tight. Then they must touch the ground – (You have to walk around). You learn to your dismay Trainers all turn grey.

We can't stop loving and caring about others just because it hurts when we lose them.

I thought you were gone, Pepper. It was bad enough to lose you the first time, but to lose you like that? I couldn't have dealt with that.

I once saw a show about an amputee who lost his leg and still feels it. He actually wakes up at night to scratch his leg as if it's still there, attached to him. They call it a phantom limb. I would be like that. A phantom draki, tormented with the memory of what I once was.

Didn't she know yet? People you loved, the ones you cared about the most, they all died eventually. No one was spared. When you lost them, everything you had, all of your heart, was lost, too. It crippled you. Left you an empty shell, functioning on instinct alone. "You're horrible," she whispered, so softly that

I stare into the distance, where Tate´s Jeep turns off the road and fades from sight. All of a sudden, my chest feels so tight it hurts-I imagine this is the sensation someone gets when they're underwater for too long and out of breath.

Men of ill judgment often ignore the good that lies within their hands, till they have lost it.

Ignorant men don't know what good they hold in their hands until they've flung it away.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.