Loss Quotes

GRIEF TAUGHT ME TO LIVE NUMB. Death takes more than just the one life. It thieves tiny particles from the ones left behind until you feel only half alive.

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

Dear Jesus! you are so precious to me. I thank God that even if I went through so much loss in life, I still have you.

Losing will not always amount to a loss, sometimes you have to lose those toxic relationships and bad habits to create a space for better things.

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.

A woman in Charlotte approached me and said that she’s tired of the dysfunction in my novels. I told her I was sorry, but that is how the world has presented itself to me throughout my life.

Like humans, birds mourn the loss of fledglings and mates. There are a thousand variant weeping songs to sing. I had to sign mine and get on with it. That is what I did

Ravaged all, Bogo tabalTimore toronTotoo now gone...

When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied.

You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.

A healing heart has no time frame.

The bereaved need more than just the space to grieve the loss. They also need the space to grieve the transition.

Life… has a way of testing the fault line

Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.

I do not know where I am going or what I will do when I get there. I know only that to put one foot in front of the other, moves me on, away from you to a place, where I do not want to be.

I watched something vanish, as if I was in a dream from which I couldn't wake.

Killing me will not end your grief. It will only create more of it.

The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.

You used words, discarding them meaninglessly, without thinking, whereas I thought they held meaning. I found what you will never see: that my love resides on the other side of words. - Broken Places

At the graveyard there was no hope, so there was nothing to lose and no chance for disappointment.

It was only one man who had gone, but it felt like forever, something so permanent and unstoppable that it blasted her. If she were a tree, she would drop all her leaves.

I do not want to eat or drink, or i will lose the taste of you in my mouth

The problem with love is this: It dies. And when it does, you die with it.

Then you know. You know what it's like to love someone like you love yourself and lose them.

With time one ages, and with age one comes closer to their end. With time one builds a family, a house, a name and with age one learns to live without them.

We put our lives on hold for people who so easily forget about us.

But when it comes down to it, we all die alone.

There were many tears, many unsure times, many troubled moments. The fun memories were only a few, but even so, those memories will shine bright like stardust, and continue to shine on in my heart.

Because Dad told you he'd be here forever. Because I thought forever was like Mars -- far away.

I've decided. The next time I cry, it'll be for "someone special", and it'll definitely be "tears of happiness.

If you lose something, do not worry.

This is probably going to be one wound that can never be healed.

...I did what most kids do when their world feels destroyed. I tried to care less about what remained...It was untrue, of course.

...I did what most kids do when their world feels destroyed. I tried to care less about what remained...This was untrue, of course.

I'm going to move on, while carrying these feelings with me.

Listen, said Beverly. Let me tell you something. There is no Very Friendly Animal Center. That cat is long gone.

Silence then, and the scent of apple trees, and the nightmare sense of grief that comes when a man wakes again to feel a loss he has forgotten in sleep.

When I lost my son, I became a citizen of a country I never knew existed.

My boys. I don't have them to hold. What do I do with my arms?

I read obituaries every day to learn what sorts of lives are available to us, to see an entire life compressed into a few column inches, to fit the whole story in my eye at once.

There is no loss in life.

I was terrified that tomorrow the truth would start.

It was possible, I found, to both mourn a loss and yet be grateful it happened.

Saying goodbye to someone you love isn’t really the hard part. It’s living every day, not being able to say anything to them at all.

They are dead. We are dead. It is over.

I'm crying again. I cry so often now that sometimes I don't even realize it until the tears are already streaming down my cheeks.

Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost was completely full of shit.

Do you know what it's like to be blessed with someone so special, to love them so much it hurts, and then have them taken from you forever?

The beauties of the North seemed to be intensified by the loss we had experienced there, and they drew us back to them.

One lost easiest what one held in one’s arms— never what one left.