Quotes About Loss

Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.

But he died of distemper when he was eleven months old. I do not know if little dogs cause as large griefs when they die as big ones; but I settled there should be no more dogs—big or little—for me.

She had no remembrance of my name, or the Seraskiers'—I asked, with a beating heart. We had left no trace. Twelve short years had effaced all memory of us!

No whim of fate, no Freudian trauma, no loss of a loved one will be as devastating to the human spirit as some prolonged ambivalent relationship that leaves us forever unable to say goodbye.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral.

Roses got thorns. And words do lie. I've seen love die.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

The killing of his kid brother had drained Josiah Hedges of everything that is good and decent in the human spirit. He was now a killer of the worse kind. A man alone.

What happened? I asked quietly. I lost some people, [Rogan] said. There was an awful finality in his voice. I hadn't thought he cared. I'd thought he viewed his people as tools and took care of them because tools had to be kept in good repair, but this sounded like genuine grief — that complicated cocktail of guilt, regret, and overwhelming sadness you felt when someone close to you died. It broke you and made you feel helpess. Helpless wasn't even in Rogan's vocabulary.

How did Curran's son get hurt?" "Well, there was this woman…" "And what possessed you to detain a human woman in the middle of the night? Also, why is Bob missing an arm?

Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.

They say the dead have no memories and know no pain." George's voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow it was louder than the pleas of the corpses. "It's not that way for me.

What the hell did this Curran do to you? Killed your master, stole your girl, burned down your castle? What?

It was like piling money into a heap and setting it on fire twice a month.

How does this even happen? How can someone you love be there one second and then gone the next?

What good is immortality if the people you love can't be there with you?

I was mourning the old me. For the new me to emerge, the old me had to disappear, and killing her bit by bit hurt.

They were fodder, but to him they were children, just like he had once been a child. Just like Jack. He had to find Spider. He had to kill him. Child murder had to be punished.

Brutus was dead. His body lay under an oak on the Hendersons' lawn. A small group of neighbors had gathered around his corpse, their faces sad and shocked.

Taking a life always hurt. It never went away, no matter how justified the kill was. It still cost you a piece of your soul and it hurt when that piece died.

My voice was so bitter I could taste it. "It doesn't matter. I thought you wanted to be with me. You made me want"—I struggled with words—"things I didn't think I would ever get. I thought we had a chance. But it's over now.

Too bad you didn't ask your aunt more questions before you killed her . . .

Johns Hopkins, which was a trip I was doing my best to forget. We almost died, and while we were away, a local family we knew was murdered. Julie and Derek had handled it, but thinking about it still turned my stomach. The

When men's fowls and dogs are lost, they know to seek for them again, but they lose their mind and do not know to seek for it.