Quotes About Loss

The sentence, "She was hollow, as though something had chewed a hole in her body and the hole had grown infected," unless it's been used before by someone else in a story she cannot recall.

Because there's always a reason for everything, isn't there? Because if there isn't a reason for even one thing, like how you can get sick, or your husband stop loving you, or people you love die—then there's no reason for anything. So there must be reasons.

As she was making her way back up the sand, she sudd[unclear] Mia exclaim, The cookies are gone!" "What?" [unclear]rushed to her. They looked[unclear] the empty package.

We lose June. We lose July. In August we look in mirrors and want to die.

Good-bye to how you'd curl away in sleep, one hand to your forehead, doing the hard work of dreaming... good-bye to your drunkenness, which I admit I liked because of how you'd cry sometimes, or follow me from room to room, naked, dripping from a bath, able to say what you couldn't, sober.

The shack, the long hours of darkness illuminated by nothing but candles and moonlight, even the spider—he missed it all. He missed that boy he once was and could never be again. That time when the only life that mattered was his own.

How many times had he listened to the death song of Cio-Cio-San and cried as though it were a new sadness just visited upon him?

I wanted deliverance, the loss of myself. The capacity to be inside that music. It was the same power and sensation you feel when a wave takes you up and pushes you somewhere else.

Joy Division was scheduled to play at Tier 3, but Ian Curtis killed himself a week before the gig.

Maybe it's not what we have that makes us who we are, it's what we're missing. A chromosome, a kidney, a sister, a feather, a bay.

How did your parents come to be "lost at sea", Moriarty?' The professor paused, and said, 'Mysteriously, Moran.

People who have lost much are always worried about losing more. So they guard their hearts. It is not that she does not feel the happiness; she only wishes to hide it so as not to be hurt should she lose something more.

The Lawd gives an' the Lawd takes away, an' we just praise Him for knowin' what's best.

She has lost much, son. We must be patient while we wait for her to smile, ja?

angel took my flower away, but I will not repine, since Jesus at His bosom wears the flower that once was mine.

You're hurting. That's all right. Losing your pop is reason to hurt. But it's not a reason to hurt others. Keep that in mind.

But now, thinking back, it seemed a little silly to be unhappy about a dress when the pilots were dead. If I had it to do over, I would at least have learned their names.

But I'm used to him not being around, especially when I'm at school. I mostly didn't live with him. So I don't actually miss him even though I'm sorry that he's dead. Sometimes I realize that for a few hours I've forgotten all about him. I think I miss the idea of him more than miss his real self. Does that make me a bad person? I'm afraid it does.

I told you, nobody goes into foster care for good reasons. Foster care might be better than anything you've ever had in your life so far, and it will still never be as good as what you should have had. If the family you were born into was what it should have been.

What if he'd had to be put down?

Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

It was hard enough to cope with Susan. How would I ever cope without her?

I had so much. I felt so sad.

Pneumonia. I'd heard that word before. Over two years ago, when I'd first come to Susan's house, when I'd learned about Becky, her best friend. "What killed her?" I'd asked, and Susan had said, "Pneumonia. That's a sickness in the lungs." I was falling, falling. I had no one to catch me. Susan was dying. I had no safe place to be.