Quotes About Loss

I'm losing air over here, you know," Lassiter bitched. "My inflatable is deflating." V cursed. "That's because it doesn't want to be around you any more than we do.

Rehvenge, 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.

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken, maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Memories were especially dear, when they were all you had left of a loved one to hold on to.

We're separated, but not lost or truly apart. Do not mourn me, my love. I have not died. . . .

i am... absolutely destroyed at the loss. (--manny)

Every night I went into Hannah's room and sat with her stuff. The thing I couldn't get was how her clothes and her books and her drawings were still there, but she wasn't. It just didn't compute. Her room was a like a car without an engine, everything where it should be, except all it was was potential. None of it was going to get used again.

Grief . . . is a sacred way of honoring those we love.

It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much.

If deaths came in threes . . . he thought numbly. Who was going to be the third one?

Time was way too finite: no matter how much of it you had with someone you loved, when the end came, it wasn't nearly enough.

My twin's not broken; he's ruined Do you understand the difference? With Broken maybe you can fix things; Ruined all you can do is wait to bury him -Phury to Bella

Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen. Vishous: Isn't she dead? Assail: Yes. Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.

The thing was all mortals were going to lose the ones they loved. It was the way life worked. But for the most of the time, that reality was so far off in the mind that it had no more weight than a mere hypothetical. There were reminders, however, and the almost's, the near-misses, the oh-God-please-no's, snapped your chain and got you to stop and feel what was in your heart.

Joy was worn like a new suit of clothes on people. You could see it on every inch of them, from their step to their stare. But sadness and loss were hidden, kept quiet under composure and the shelter of daily activity.

He tapped the artificial leg. "I am not whole." True, she thought sadly. He was not whole, although it had nothing to do with him missing part of a limb.

just as children have growing pains as their bodies work to attain maturity, as people's souls deepen and gain resonance it's the same thing. To be challenged, to stretch, to get stronger comes only with the hard stuff—loss, heartache, disappointment.

Shit, this had to be how Alzheimer's patients felt: Their personality was intact and so was their intellect...but they were surrounded by a world that no longer made sense because they couldn't hold on to their memories and associations and extrapolations.

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken, maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

Tragedy, like love, makes people blind.

Lassiter had been the wild card, and he had not lasted. Distracted by physical yearnings, he had gotten into epic trouble and been banished, lost to a destiny and destination of which Colin was only vaguely aware.

The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.

You want to know what death is! I'll tell you what it is—death is the living forgetting you! What you smell like and look like, what your voice sounds like, how you laugh! Even if there is an afterlife, my death is going to be you going on without me until you can't remember what color my eyes are or how long my hair is—