Quotes About Loss

Il est peu d'hommes, qui aiment la poésie, qui ne se gratifieraient plus d'être le père de l'Éneide que du plus beau garçon de Rome, et qui ne souffriraient pas plus aisément la perte de celui-ci que de l'Éneide.

It was a husk, no longer truly their mother - more like their mother's most treasured possession, which had been given to them as a parting gift.

Listen up: You can't go home again.

Locating a past event in measured time was something they could do with great effort, as a special favor, but Peter could tell they didn't see the point. Why should it matter exactly how many days, weeks, months or years ago a relative had died? A person was either living amongst them or in the ground.

What can we do now? How many words are left with Ds in it? Not many, I bet. Probably al the best ones have already been ruined.' .. .. 'And if I ever find my dad, what will he be? Just a sound. A sound without any meaning.' p 208

we can't keep it going if too much of what we need is taken away from us.

There can be moments in a person's life," he suggested, "when grief over the loss of a loved one is stronger than faith.

You'll die, you'll die, I'll lose you. You'll go weird and distant and then one day you'll just disappear." She was weeping now. "I won't. I promise.

poetry's favourite moment is when one loses one's footing because of a landslide or seismic shaking of thought

When I got home, I couldn't stop crying, so Mark asked Rev Tom to come over. Rev Tom said that losing our child was not a punishment and miscarriages happen for medical reasons. He was so kind and nonjudgy, I decided to come to your church and left First Cal. I have felt so accepted, especially here, on this committee, which is such an honor to be on. I am so thankful for all of you.

He strode in excitedly and they turned to face him. Dr Little looked grave and Aunt Nance had been crying. They didn't need to say anything. He knew that Zach was dead.

He knew that Zach was dead.

She wanted to die. She wanted to die. Because then it would be over. All the loss, all the grief, all the pain, the emptiness - over. And she had said nothing then. Nothing. Nor had she crawled into her room and swallowed her mother's pills, or crawled into her bath and opened up her own wrists. As if death were somehow personal. As if death were somehow an enemy that could be faced and stared down, she would not give it the satisfaction of seeing how badly it had hurt her. Again.

Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn't remember now. But it was true. They were born dying. If they were very lucky, the dying was called aging. They reached toward if as if they were satellites in unstable orbits. And then when they got there, they were just dead. One moment in time separated the living from the ghosts.

The girls Iris went through wound up cracked vases no longer fit for flowers, leaky dust collectors. After Iris, girls left town or started fucking boys. She ruined everyone.

I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.

I barely knew her at all. She was on hold, someone I'd be friends with when she got her shit together. And then she died.

So the crush withered and died the way things that aren't being fed usually do.

Algo se marchitó de repente dentro de su ser: quizá la fe en la perennidad de la infancia.

Hemos matado la cultura campesina pero no la hemos sustituido por nada, al menos, por nada noble

We play the game of the adults, we play the game of the outside Dream, and we lose. We lose our innocence, we lose our freedom, we lose our happiness, and we lose our tendency to love.

I'm not going to heal. Not if healing means shrugging your shoulders and saying 'Life goes on'. Life doesn't go on.

Kematiannyalah yang paling sedih baginya untuk direnungkan - Zulaika

You can't live your life fixed on what you never had...You start doing that, it will eat away at your heart.