Quotes About Loss

Without conscious rituals of loss and renewal, individuals and societies lose the capacity to experience the sorrows and joy that are essential for feeling fully human. Without them life flattens out, and meaning drains from both living and dying. Soon there is a death of meaning and an increase in meaningless deaths.

Am uitat de mult gustul atâtor trupuri pe care le-am cunoscut. Asta se întâmpl? aproape tuturor b?rbaÅ£ilor : s? n-aib? amintiri calde, s? nu mai p?streze nimic din toat? magia aceea a dragostei fizice

Îmi era peste putin?? s? cred c? Ileana va mai putea iubi vreodat?. M? îndoiesc dac? voi mai putea iubi eu...Dar viaÈ›a curge totuÈ™i înainte. ?i m? sperie întunericul în care s-a topit Ileana, viaÈ›a asta, necunoscut? mie, care o înghite...

But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.

What sorts of things do you google when your favorite person in the world is determined to leave it?

I heard Tash say: Nomi, you're sad man. Get a grip. Walk away. What have I taught you? And I thought: You taught me that some people can leave and some can't and those who can will always be infinitely cooler than those you can't and I'm one of the ones who can't because you're one of the ones who did and there's this old guy in a wool suit sitting in an empty house who has no one but me now thank you very, very, very much.

It's impossible to move through the stages of grief when a person is both dead and alive, the way Min is. It's like she's living permanently in an airport terminal, moving from one departure lounge to another but never getting on a plane. Sometimes I tell myself that I'd do anything for Min. That I'd do whatever was necessary for her to be happy. Except that I'm not entirely sure what that would be.

If you lose your mind can you find your mind again? Of course you can. That's life!

The pain of letting go of grief is just as painful or even more painful than the grief itself.

That the pain of letting go of grief is just as painful or even more painful than the grief itself. It means goodbye.

When I was living alone in Montreal, heartbroken over a lost love, she sent me a quote from Paul Valéry. One word per letter, thought, so it took me months to figure out. Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm... you will triumph.

Com és que l'esment de l'amor, el record de l'amor, el record de l'amor perdut, la promesa de l'amor, la fi de l'amor, l'absència de l'amor, la necessitat abrusadora, abrusadora d'amor, la necessitat d'estimar, desencadena tanta violència?

The day before the day before my father killed himself he took my hand in his and said Yoli, it feels to me as though the lights are going out. We were sitting by a fountain in a park at soon.

I think she was smiling the same kind of real smile that Tash had smiled just before she left. It's a scary smile. It's a smile that means there is nothing left to lose. That you are free

Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

But she wasn't around, and that's the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

Life has to end. Love doesn't.

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

She put one hand on mine. "When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

I hope you never hear those words. Your mom. She died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

All I was afraid of is saying good-bye.

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.