Quotes About Loss

When a member of the family leaves or dies, it changes the dynamics of a family. People move and shift, take up places they either wanted to have or are forced into roles they never wanted. It happens without anybody noticing, but it's shifting all the time.

For him life was all full of opportunities, and I don't think that was necessarily a bad thing, but I think he wanted to grab them for all the wrong reasons. He wasn't passionate about art, he didn't care about lawyers helping people, he didn't even care about my singing voice. It was all for more money. And so I suppose it was fitting that it was the loss of all his money that killed him in the end. The pills and the whiskey were just the nails in the coffin.

hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted

I prefer this version of me, yet I became this way because I lost him. If I ever had the power to undo everything, I wouldn't want to unravel who I've become.

Sometimes I forget why I feel that way, I just have this feeling that something bad has happened to me and affected my life.

I experienced a great tragedy at a young age and I thought that was me done, I got it over and done with. In a world of infinite possibilities, I should have known there is no end to the loss that we can experience, but neither is there to the knowledge and growth that arises because of it and in spite of it.

Cuanto más personas te aman, más personas hay que pierden recuerdos de ti

Yang kupelajari adalah tidak ada cara tepat untuk berduka, tidak ada cara yang salah maupun benar.

Holly just felt as though she was missing a vital organ from her body.

It doesn't feel right to love the world and see such brightness when something so awful has happened.

I may have lost everything I ever owned and loved, but in return I was given the world.

Some people go through life searching and never find their soul mates. They never do. You and I did, we just happened to have them for a shorter period of time. It's sad, but it's life! So you go to this ball, Holly, and you embrace the fact that you had someone whom you loved and who loved you back.

Imagine you had a friend who was there for you all the time and you were there for them, but they stopped being there for you as much as they used to which you can understand a little because people have things to do, but then they're around less and less no matter how much you try to reach out to them. Then suddenly one day-nothing-they're gone

And just because he's dead doesn't mean I have to stop living too.

Tata coboar? m?suÈ›a, scoate fotografia mamei din buzunar, o aÈ™eaz? pe mas?, cu faÈ›a la fereastr?. ÎÈ™i las? scaunul pe spate È™i privesc amândoi marea nesfârÈ™it? de noriÈ™ori albi care dispar sub noi, f?r? s? mai scoat? un cuvânt tot restul zborului.

As for Dad, he was supposed to live forever. The one who could open all the jar lids nobody else could, who fixed whatever was broken, was supposed to do that forever. The man who let me sit on his shoulders, climb on his back, chase me around while making monster noises, throw me in the air and catch me, spin me around so much that I felt dizzy and fell over laughing.

I wake up in the morning and feel like I'm missing something. I know there's something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is... then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person.

People come and people go and we know this happens, yet we get such a shock when it does. To use that old cliché, the only certainty in life is death. It's a certainty, it's the one condition of living that we're given but we often let it tear us apart.

Why did I walk away from something that was perfect? They ask me all the time. But I didn't. Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road. Stuff I didn't care about, so that I couldn't lose anything I really loved ever again.

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table breaks, or a picture fall of the wall, it makes noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent... and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.

I never wanted anything new; from the age of ten, I was convinced that you couldn't replace what was lost. I insisted on things on having to be found.

She was all that I knew, all that was dear. I'd loved her and she'd loved me. Now I was alone in the world. How would I do without her? My thoughts echoed the landlady: What would become of me?

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)

I cannot have gone through what I went through and have lost what I lost if it's all meaningless.