Quotes About Loss

I'm almost sad for them. How they can't adjust to the fact that things have changed. That it's not going to be like it was. Just because you have something, just because you hold on tight, doesn't mean it will last. Sometimes you can only watch helplessly as it slips from your grasp. You say good-bye before your ready. You may even refuse to say good-bye at all. Still, it slips away

Grief can make a man careless

For I see that then I was still all in a state of innocence, but that innocence, once lost, is lost forever.

There is no timetable for grief," said Bronwen Morgan. "Grief isn't a train which you catch at the station. Grief has its own time, and grief's time is beyond time, and time itself … isn't very important.

My father was right: people are always leaving. They fall in and out of your life like shadows.

I'm tired of caring about people who end up leaving me.

The day she left this earth was certainly Heaven's finest and the saddest day I'll ever live.

The man was committing all sorts of crimes here. Thievery of her heart. Kidnapping of her common sense, and maybe even first-degree murder of her righteous anger.

God doesn't promise to keep the storm away, but He says He'll be with me through it. My faith won't protect me from the loss, but it will carry me and keep me from despair.~page 195

When the death of the man who taught them how to jump, along with a raging wildfire in the mountains of Montana, brings them together to train up a new team of jumpers, Kate and Jed have no idea the love they've been running from is about to ignite.

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but if I know anything about time, it is that it stretches to walk with you when you grieve. The rest of the world may zoom past at breakneck speed, but when you are learning to live with loss, time slows to the pace of your breathing.

Sooner or later she will learn time changes everything, takes everything: sometimes in a blink, and sometimes so slowly you can't even see it happening.

And what does war even accomplish? How does one country win over another by simply killing its people? None of it makes any sense.

Which was worse? Mourning the loss of something without knowing you never actually had it, or mourning the loss of what you thought you had and never had at all?

It's as if the body is a candle and the soul is its flame. When the flame is snuffed out, all that is left to prove that there had been a flame is the candle, and even that we only have for a little while. Even the candle is not ours to keep. And yet how we care for that candle for that stretch of time that it is still ours! How we want to remember the shape and fragrance of the little flame it held.

We moved wordlessly from one room to another, from the room of the dead to the room where time lay in pages everywhere I looked.

But it also seemed that every time I shared Edward's story with someone, his hold on me diminished a little. And I didn't want him to disappear from me; I had so little of him to hold on to.

and that if she ever needs to talk to her or touch her, she need only go to Belinda's peach tree and put her arms around it, and Candace will whisper to her through the branches that all is well.

I'd been too afraid my tears would christen it with my sorrows. I wanted nothing about the fire to exist in my

But with Mama and Uncle Fred and Charlie, the world doesn't stop. It just keeps spinning, with all its troubles, yanking us into its wild revolutions. There is no stepping into mourning, all secluded with nothing but much-warranted sorrow for company. Instead it's as if the train we're all on switched tracks at full speed and now we are racing forward in a completely new direction with no time to think about the destination we'd been headed toward before and now will never see.

Don't talk to me about fate, I wanted to say to Dora. Fate is just another word for saying we're all powerless. Me. Mama. Papa. Maggie. All of us. Love something long enough and true enough and fate will tear it right out of your hands if it chooses, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Henrietta might have said.

I knew I would need a place to make sense of what I had lost and yet never had.