Quotes About Loss

She rubbed away tears, but couldn't stop them. "And he's talking about visitations and miracles, and I'm thinking: But what about before? What about the terror and the pain and the horrible helplessness? What about that? Because I'm not dead, and I can still feel it. Do you have to be dead not to feel it anymore?" Her voice broke. Roarke felt the crack in his own heart.

Death was a mean bastard.

With a few words you cut slices out of lives. No matter how they were put back together later, they were never the same. Once pieces were missing from the whole, the pattern was forever altered.

Because death's an insult anytime. When somebody hurries it along, that's the biggest insult of all.

Those who survived lived forever with that echo of what was gone sounding inside their heads.

Do you remember Vlek, who was such a good sheepdog that she and Jakob alone could drive a whole flock past you at the counting-post? Do you remember how Vlek grew old and sickly and could not hold down her food, and how there was no one to shoot her but you, and how you went for a walk afterwards because you did not want anyone to see you cry?

Aber vielleicht ist das die Natur des Todes, dass uns alles an ihm, jedes letzte Ding, unpassend erscheint.

When my mother was dying in hospital, he thought, when she knew her end was coming, it was not me she looked to but someone who stood behind me: her mother or the ghost of her mother. To me she was a woman but to herself she was still a child calling to her mother to hold her and help her. And her own mother, in the secret life we do not see, was a child too. I come from a line of children without end.

Two names on the page, his and hers, side by side. Two in a bed, lovers no longer but foes.

He thinks: she had a life before I was born. He is glad for her sake, since she has no life any more.

por qué precisamente su hijo, mientras los otros noventa y nueve siguen incólumes, jugando y disfrutando? Le parece monstruoso que la oscuridad haya engullido a David, que no haya indignación, ni clamor, que nadie se arranque los cabellos ni rechine los dientes, que el mundo siga girando sobre su eje como si nada hubiera ocurrido.

we also first beheld Unveiled the summit of Mont Blanc, and grieved To have a soulless image on the eye That had usurped upon a living thought That never more could be.

When my mother was dying in hospital, he thought, when she knew her end was coming, it was not me she looked to but someone who stood behind me: her mother or the ghost of her mother. To me she was a woman but to herself she was still a child calling to her mother to hold her hand and help her. And her own mother, in the secret life we do not see, was a child too. I come from a line of children without end.

There was a cord of tenderness that stretched from him to the patch of earth beside the dam and must be cut. It seemed to him that one could cut a cord like that only so many times before it would not grow again.

Pero no va a volver. Se ha ido. Ya es agua pasada, y el pasado ya se ha ido para siempre. Es una ley de la naturaleza. Ni siquiera las estrellas pueden nadar en contra de la corriente del tiempo.

Yo tengo ganas de decirles que la conciencia se te come hasta que no queda nada de ti, como una araña que se come a una avispa, o una avispa que se come a una araña, nunca me acuerdo de cómo va, y solo queda la carcasa.

He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.

And then Tohr said softly, I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life. Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. You're pathetic . Tohr hissed. And you've been dead for hundreds of years. You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down. Wrath threw the leather jacket on the floor. At least I'm not pussy whipped. Nice. F*cking. Suit.

The male's diamond eyes locked on Payne, and though she hadn't seen him in forever, she knew who he was. Sure as if she was staring at her own reflection. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes for last she had known, he breathed no longer. Vishous, she whispered desperately. Oh, brother mine...

I wish I were whole. I wish I could have given you youngs, if you'd wanted them and I could conceive them. I wish I could have told you it killed me when you thought I had been with anyone else. I wish I had spent the last year waking up every night and telling you I loved you. I wish I had mated you properly the evening you came back to me from the dead.

Phury knelt beside him and stroked his face. I've only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing. I'm utterly lost. And you are needed here. Zsadist tried to reach out, but couldn't lift his arms as Phury stood up. God, Z, I keep thinking this tragedy of ours is going to be over. But it just keeps going, doesn't it? Zsadist blacked out to the sound of his twin's boots heading from the room.

His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking stopped-an inner artery had been nicked and this was the blood of his heart, spilling out of him, covering him.

When he nodded, the physician disappeared into thin air, and then a moment later, Payne felt a warm palm encompass hers. It was Vishous's un-gloved hand against her own and the connection between them eased her in ways she couldn't name. Verily, she had lost her mother . . . but if she lived through this, she still had family. On this side.

I'm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen." "I thought your mother was dead." "She is." "You have a very low standard for communication.