Quotes About Loss

love is to enter into the inevitability of one day not being able to protect what is most valuable to you.

he prayed fundamentally as a gesture of love for what had gone and would go and could loved in no other way.

There was also closeness, for the end of a couple is like a death, and the notion of death, of temporariness, can remind us of the value of things.

Anders knew he would soon lose his father, and that impending loss seemed more concrete now, more real, not like air but like a door or a wall, something you could bang against, bang into, and of course children know they will lose their parents, they know it from early on, but most are able to believe that that particular present will not come, that it is years away....

shame, for the displaced, was a common feeling

All over the world people were slipping away from where they had been, from once fertile plains cracking with dryness, from seaside villages gasping beneath tidal surges, from overcrowded cities and murderous battlefields, and slipping away from other people too, people they had in some cases loved.

When he prayed he touched his parents, who could not otherwise be touched, and he touched a feeling that we are all children who lose our parents, all of us, every man and woman and boy and girl, and we too will all be lost by those who come after us and love us, and this loss unites humanity, unites every human being, the temporary nature of our being-ness, and our shared sorrow, the heartache we each carry and yet too often refuse to acknowledge in one another

so by making the promise he demanded she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

he said when his mother was dying he had been certain she would not die, certain until he was not certain, and when he finally knew she was dying, was not sick but dying, he saw how much she wanted to live, until the pain took that from her, and she wanted to go, or did not want to go, but needed to go, needed to go even more than she wanted to stay, and he had not been ready for that, for his mother to need to leave, and it was a terrible thing to see.

Anders's pale father was the only pale person present, the only pale person left in the entire town, for there were by that point no others, and then his casket was closed and his burial was occurring and he was committed to the soil, the last white man, and after that, after him, there were none.

that to love is to enter into the inevitability of one day not being able to protect what is most valuable to you.

that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

end of a couple is like a death, and the notion of death, of temporariness, can remind us of the value of things

Suffice to say that theirs had been an unusual love, with such a degree of commingling of identities that when Chris died, erica felt she had lost herself; even now she did not know if she could be found p.104

she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

There is no more Angel!

Lina bolted up in the morning, thinking she'd slept in. She pined for regular days, which used to include heat, bees, a messy room, songs, a crush. Now she would never have them again.

She smiled at her sister-in-law's small sad face, all her features lined up, as ever, to mourn for everything that had passed and all that would come to pass.

She died that evening and left me, in Louise fashion, sitting in ten kinds of dark.

It took years for me to know this, to see how loss can tighten your grip on the things still possible to hold.

Biz her ÅŸeyde birbirimizin yar?s? idik: Åžimdi ben onun pay?n? çalar gibi oluyorum. Her iÅŸte onun yar?s?, ikinci yar?s? olmaya o kadar al??m??t?m ki, ÅŸimdi art?k yar?m bir varl?k gibiyim. Ne yapsam, ne düÅŸünsem onun eksikliÄŸini duyuyorum.

At that time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before ...

Death ends a life, not a relationship. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on- in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.

Death ends a life, not a relationship