Quotes About Loss

George was an atheist, and so am I. But how I long now for an afterlife - a world of light or of deep dazzling darkness, where he and the others we've lost reside, unscathed, forever accessible - to have tea with, to talk nonsense with, to reinvent the world with

How could you let the best thing that's happened to you go just like that?" "He was a good thing, Karin. A great thing. But not the best thing.

Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

Time steals from us the capacity to be smitten, does it not? It slowly but surely washes away all your enthusiasm and deposits uncertainty in its place.

It's sheer spitefulness to allow mortals to love because everybody dies but the love they cause to be in others doesn't die with them. Therefore love is the cause of the greatest sorrow therefore love is the greatest evil.

Ah well. He'd beaten her twice sind then: once on their honeymoon, though he still suspected her of throwing the game, and once on the day she lost the baby. And two out of eight hundred and six wasn't too bad, against such an opponent.

That's one thing about human beings I don't see the point in: love. It does nobody any good. You love someone, and either they let you down or they die.

There is only so much one can do for the dead without joining them. The Caravan from Troon

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

even the slow, soft telepathic connection between us- the sense of connectedness that linked us even when we were in the same room- the sense that we were not two people but rather one ecstatic and indivisible whole, had vanished. i couldnt even feel his pain. but i could feel mine. i felt as if a part of myself had been cut off, as if there was within my soul a hole so gaping and empty that the whole world could pass through it and still i would not feel a thing.

My family looks at me without recognition. Of course they do. They've been Faded. I remember them, but they have no recollection of my ever existing.", Celestra Caine from FADE by Kailin Gow.

Not Anymore "Do you have any brothers and sisters?" The teacher asked the child, Who was new, In our country, And our school. He sighed so long we thought He would never breathe again. Then in a rush of words, Like water going Over the falls, He said, I used to but not anymore because They Were killed in a war

Here Philippos the father buried his son Nikoteles, a child of twelve and his dearest hope.

When I heard you were dead, Heraclitus, tears came, and I remembered how often you and I had talked the sun to bed. Long ago you turned to ashes, my Halicarnassian friend, but your poems, your Nightingales, still live. Hades clutches all things yet can't touch these.

They brought me word of your death, Heraklieitos, and I wept for you remembering how often we watched the sun setting as we talked. Dear Halikarnassian friend, you lie elsewhere now and are mere ashes; yet your songs—your nightingales—will live, and never will the underworld, destroying everything, touch them with its deadly hand.

The value of a thing is never so poignantly precious as when we contemplate the loss of it

Grief was what you owed the dead for the necessary crime of living on without them.

How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That's when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.

Everything else you can live around, but not death. Death you have to live through.

If the greatest loss of his life is the loss of a dream he's always known to be a dream, then he's among the fortunate ones.

Why didn't you stay?' she has whispered against the unyielding stone. Why didn't you stay? She pressed the berry against her lips. Why didn't I ask you just one more time to stay.

Grief never leaves, It merely sinks into you.

Aneeka must learn to think of him as lost forever. It was possible to do this with someone you loved, Isma had learned that early on. But you could learn it only if there was a complete vacuum where the other person had been.