Quotes About Loss

She knows she will remember these last moments with her Mother every single day for the rest of her own life.

If we can't face our losses, we can't be present either fully to everything that is. When people have cut off or not made peace with some part of themselves, they miss out on other aspects of life.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.

And all that 'don't want to lose you' is utter bullshit. But just in case it's true, guess what? You did lose me. Just now.

The sadness shouldn't cancel out what had been so bright and full and beautiful. Just because the cherry blossoms would fall didn't mean you should mourn them on the tree.

Tell me you'll be okay without me." "I won't be." She said nothing, and Josh was quiet a long moment, the only sound the rhythm of the ocean waves against the shore. "I will be," he said, his voice rough. "I'll be grateful for ever day that I got to be your husband.

Just once, I'd love to be heartbroken because someone loved me and left me, instead of heartbroken because I never got on that train at all.

I needed to mourn my father, that wonderful, sweet, gentle man.

No more bereavement food. I was sick of it. It's funny how time is measured after you've lost someone. Everything relates back to that second your life swerved. The calendar isn't measured by the names of the months or seasons anymore, but by those significant dates. The day we met. The first time we kissed. The first dinner with his family. The anniversary of his death. The date of his funeral.

Well… I dreamed I was alone. I wasn't sure if you were away, or if we were divorced, but it was just me and the girls, and as the dream went on, I realized that you weren't coming back. At first I thought you left me. Then I realized it was because you… died." He waits for my reaction. "I have those dreams about you all the time," I tell him. "Daydreams, I call them.

That was the shitty thing about divorce. You lost that whole other family, that whole world.

WAKE UP around three in the morning, knowing immediately that Colonel has died.

I didn't raise my child, but I was still his mother, and the fact was both indescribably precious and painful.

Sympathy, not pity. There's a huge difference, and we widows appreciate it, let me tell you.

She missed her dad with a constant ache. She missed the reassurance, the comfort a good father brings a daughter.

The thing is, when you lose someone like we have...it's like part of your heart is cut out. And you always worry about how much more you can afford to lose.

every day takes you further from the time he was alive, slicing you with the razor-sharp realization that those days would never be celebrated again.

This is Nathan's mother," I said, wiping my eyes with the edge of Ainsley's blanket. "Yes, we've met," Eloise said. "You came to Nathan's wake." Daniel nodded. "Congratulations on your beautiful daughter. Kate..." She turned to me. "It was good to see you, deah.

My shrink said I had experienced acute loss and trauma caused by placing my baby for adoption, resulting in post-traumatic stress disorder.

I was a person who had suffered a trauma by giving up my baby, and this recovery process was necessary.

The therapy let me grieve and find ways to cope.

My childhood had ended, and I never even had the chance to say goodbye.

something worse than death awaited all who remained: loss of free will. To give up would have been to dishonour those who had perished fighting for the good of all the lands. In their deaths we found the spirit and courage to go on. It gave us new purpose.

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that she had lost. (Night Road, page 384)