Quotes About Loss

Nothing is certain. Many ways lead to destruction. You will be tested beyond your capacity to endure. Should you survive the trials ahead, you will be a husband without a wife, a father without a son, a hero without a quest, and a king without a country. But take heart. Some must lose the way to find it. Some must be empty before they are full, weak before they are strong, and blind before they can see.

What lunatic had decided that when people died you should hire a taxidermist to fix them up for one final look? She would much rather remember them alive than on grotesque display in their Sunday best.

He was just . . . gone. He had been there a moment before. He was being so brave. And then he didn't know me. He's been taken someplace. We don't know where.

Living in a mortal world involves pain.... Entropy presides here. Everything moves toward dissolution and death. But physical damage is the lesser problem. The damage to our hearts is far more difficult to repair. We experience loss, disappointments, failure, mistakes. People deliberately harm us. Other wounds are self-inflicted. with experience we learn that we cannot harm another without also harming ourselves. ~The Traveler

Anger is so much easier than grief.

He couldn't have what he'd once had; he'd already destroyed it.

But that moment, the one that was supposed to be so special, had turned into an ache that would never heal.

I know my husband. He died with God's name on his lips if anybody's. He always loved his work more than me. (Kate) Then he was a fool, the captain said with such bitterness that she felt sorry for him, too. No. He was not a fool, she said. And he loved me. I know he did. He just belonged to God. I only borrowed him for a time. (p.383)

Non era vero. La vita aveva reciso un altro dei fili che sostenevano il cuore di quella donna

You learn to move on without the people you love.

But you don't need anything. You have everything,' I tell him. Rip looks at me. 'No I don't.' 'What?' 'No I don't.' There's a pause and then I ask, 'Oh, shit, Rip, What don't you have?' 'I don't have anything to loose.

From those of us who are left behind: you will be remembered, you were the one I needed, I loved you in my dreams.

her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: [...] voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk.

Dwelling over this loss while wandering down Central Park West somewhere around Seventy-sixth, Seventy-fifth, it strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.

I concluded with an aching finality that the could-happen possibilities were gone, and that doing whatever you wanted was over. The future didn't exist anymore. Everything was in the past and would stay there.

So many people died last year: the accidental overdose, the car wreck in East Hampton, the surprise illness. People just disappeared. I fall asleep to the music coming from the Abbey, a song from the past, "Hungry Like the Wolf," rising faintly above the leaping chatter of the club, transporting me for one long moment into someone both young and old. Sadness: it's everywhere.

The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.

It's just strange, he agrees, staring out the window, lost. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then... Kimball stops, fails to complete the sentence. Nothing, I sigh, nodding. "People just... disappear, he says. The earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, somewhat sadly, checking my Rolex.

Or maybe when you're roiling in childish rage, the first thing you lose is judgment, and then comes common sense. And finally you lose your mind and along with that, your freedom.

The closet door was closed. She always kept it closed. She'd been the one to open the door and find her father hanging from the rod by the loop of his belt.

A man never gets over losing his son, or his honor.

Sometimes friends do go from us - it will happen ore and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they're never gone. Somewhere they're watching over you and they're always there, inside your heart.

Every relationship is an education. Each new person we welcome into our hearts is a chance to evolve into something radically different than we used to be. But what happens when those people disappear from our lives?

Sooner or later, every last echo fades. Even the loudest thunder in the deepest valley.