Quotes About Loss

She supposed that there were some things, some lost things, some things that could never be recovered, that would always be regretted; mourned; grieved over.

In life, loss was the engine that set Wilder's fiction in motion. Exile propelled the powerful emotional current of the Little House books, an intensely felt nostalgia for people and places lost to her. That emotion was absent in "Free Land," relegating it to homesteading soap opera. Its loosely linked anecdotes were joined not by familial love but by Lane's, and the Post 's, ideology.

By 1867, there were only fifty Dakota left in Minnesota.67 That year, a baby girl was born just across the Mississippi, in a little house in the Big Woods.

Wait a minute, hold on... The dude dies, and the girl cries so hard that she gets turned into a fountain ?

The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.

He was already fading. I knew that it wouldn't be long until he was just a vague image, however much I tried to cling onto his memory.

I lay for hour thinking about London, my old bedroom and the Dad-shaped hole in my life.

I knew now that we were never going to be a proper family again.

But of all our losses in recent years, the most distressing is the loss of our self-respect. How can we feel that our work here has any dignity or importance when the world places so low a value on the products of our toil?

I never thought I'd be doing poetry books. I never really studied poetry. But the first one I did was after my mother died, and I realized that people sort of think and talk about her style and fashion, but in fact, what made her the person she was was really her love of reading and ideas.

After my mom died, there was so much written about her fashion and her style and all that, and I felt that one of the most important parts of her was missing, her real intellectual curiosity.

She wasted my heart, my time.

There's no good place to break someone's heart.

the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates.

The real horror of my life is not that I've killed some terrible people. The real horror is that the people I've loved didn't love me back.

This is like the end of The Corrections," I say and the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates. You turn the page and there is nothing and we are both crying.

You don't lose a person all at once. You lose them in parts.

the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates. You turn the page and there is nothing

and the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates.

The world fell out of love with love at some point and

A heart doesn't just break for no reason.

Stevie Wonder sings about his precious daughter—Isn't she lovely made from love?—and we'll never have a daughter and I lose my temper

Sometimes I picture the crack in my heart. It flares up when something reminds me of Jon.

She says hello and I say hello and it defies all logic—I lost everyone I ever loved, everyone—but somehow my heart is intact. It ticks madly, just like hers.