Quotes About Loss

When a mother dies too young, something inside her daughter always feels incomplete. There's a missing piece she continues to look for, an emptiness she keeps trying to fill. The

When my mother died, a lot of people tried to comfort me by saying, 'Well, you still have your father. You still have a brother and sister. You have a wonderful husband and beautiful children.' And you know what? That's all true. That's all completely true. But I still don't have my mother.

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Sometimes I wonder what losing my mother would have been like if I'd spent just a few more years with her, or if I'd known her for a few less.

I do know that mother loss can be heartbreaking at any age. No matter how old we are, we yearn for a mother's love throughout our lives, reaching for the security and comfort we believe only she can provide at times of illness, transition, or stress.

she loses not only her mother but also the encouragement and revalidation of the self she needs as well as the real sharing she would want to do with her mother at that time." It

there's no good way to lose a loved one—just, in the words of one twenty-six-year-old woman, "different kinds of hell.

A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.

The person you loved, held, and cared for, and were most intimate with, is now nothing but a fragile set of memories that will vanish into the mists of the future.

When the flood cometh it sweepeth away grain as well as chaff.

Being fired has some of the advantages of dying without its supreme disadvantages. People say extra-nice things about you, and you get to hear them.

In all, Africa may have lost as many as 5o million human beings to death and slavery during the centuries that we call the beginnings of modern civilization.

Norris met another survivor on board who told him that he had been bringing home a prized dog on the Titanic and had gone to the kennels and released all the dogs a half hour before the ship went under. Norris described to him how when he was swimming away from the sinking liner he had spied the black face of a French bulldog in the water.

Fernando Condés, an intimate friend of Castillo. Condés was broken by Castillo's death.

My father talks about people dying on coffin ships going to America and my mother talks about people dying on trains going to Poland. My father says our people died in the famine and my mother says those who died under the Nazis are our people, too. Everybody has things they can't forget.

You can't miss what you never had.

Why did she have to happen? Just when I was doing so good without her.

Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in a second, changing one scene for another, just like in a dream.

I can't say a thing. What is there to say? I have given birth to a son! What more can I possibly hope for? I hear his footsteps crossing the front yard and gradually fading away, off into the distance. As the silence grows, I suddenly realize that hes gone. He's gone to someplace far away, and he's never coming back.(2007: 153)

Hair on a man's head is like the opposite of salt in a dish; you can take it away but you can't add it in.

To want more was not just childish, but cowardly, and somehow constpatory too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss.

Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss.

but the death of somebody close gives you a good excuse to go a bit crazy for a while and do things that would otherwise be inexcusable. What delight to behave really badly and still get loads of sympathy!

our long-lost paradise with all the aching, poison-sweet memories it holds