Loss Quotes

Shocking loss isn't to be shared, no matter how hard you try.

The rare opportunity to exist, no matter how brief, is worth the pain left in the wake of its disappearance.

The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.

Help me, ” I sobbed. “I beg you, help me.” My eyes burned, butno tears came. I had lost the basic human ability to weep. Human…Iam no longer human. “Destroy me. Take pity and send me on my way.

Loss taught me the strength of faith. Faith in a God who understands. Faith in a Saviour who gave His all. Faith in a Comforter who walked by my side.

Again he thought of his own losses, and he wondered why it was that the things a person had lost— or might lose— defined him more than the things he yet possessed.

Loss taught me the value of tears. Just as the rains come down to wash away debris and dust, tears unleashed can bring relief.

Loss taught me the priceless value of friends. I would have lost it but for my friends.

Loss taught me. It taught me that I won’t have people around me forever. The good I need to do to someone today, I may not have the opportunity to do tomorrow.

Loss taught me. Loss taught me that death comes to both the old and the young.

However much grief I carried, I liked the way my life was tending, these bright new directions. It's only human, to mourn and to reach toward forwardness at once.

Go. Go to your beautiful dances, your beautiful ceremonies. And we will bury our dead.

That loss is common would not makeMy own less bitter, rather more:Too common! Never morning woreTo evening, but some heart did break.

Memory lived not in initial possession but in the freed hands, pardoned and freed, and in the heart that can empty but fill again, in the patterns restored by dreams.

It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief

There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

This skin cripples me. It always has. — Kai Cheng Thom to -----, 2013 (age 22)

Fear of making mistakes can itself become a huge mistake, one that prevents you from living, for life is risky and anything less is already loss.

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

Don’t make loss in your life make you a loser.

Heartbreak, death and loss were shared between us, but renewal, commitment and strength as well.

Unfortunately, as anyone who has lived through a tragedy knows, life does, rather infuriatingly, go on.

As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.

Within and within. Dreaming. How we gentle our losses into paler ghosts.

Sometimes falling apart is the bravest act of all

Since we all know for a fact that we're all going to die, why don't we all treat each other like we could lose each other at any minute?

It was a tragic end to a heroic life.

Goodbye, " she told him, running her hand across his broad back one last time. "I love you. And I'll never, ever stop missing you.

We can’t even remotely fathom that whatever is ending for us is always more than an ending.

Whatever you have lost there are more of, just not yours.

There is a realm in which miracles are possible and do take place. The door to this realm is the belief in all possibilities and YOU are the key.

With the ambitions, to seize the opportunity to win is your big loss.

You are always going to love him, " she said. " You're stuck with that.

I ached with loss that I’d never allowed myself to feel. As if I was leaving something important behind. And that something was me.

If you love your dad, it’s tough when he dies. If you don’t like your dad, it’s tough when he dies. Because you lose that guy. Whatever you didn’t get, you miss. And what you did get, you miss.

I could no longer desire physically without feeling a need for her, without suffering from her absence.

No, I am not all right, I want to say. Have you been to my house? Have you seen how empty it is?

Oh sweetheart, do you really think if youseal it up, that the pain's gonna go away?

Heartache, guilt, loss, grief, these things, too, are monsters.

What I understand now about survival is that something in you dies. You don't become a survivor intact. Survival's cost is always loss.

Like that first kiss we will never have. Like the last kiss we will always have.

You get all these friends when just when you don't need friends anymore.

Lost. The therapist made it sound as if the person could be found. As if death wasn’t final and irrevocable.

I love hard and still haven’t a clue what it feels like…

You are always going to love him, she said " You're stuck with that.

I have been loved, " she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

Loss is a knife, constantly cutting, but over time the blade dulls, and the cuts aren't as sharp. It's always there in the drawer, but you realize it doesn't cut as deeply anymore.

don’t tell me not to drink. not to smoke. not to grieve. if i speak of these things it’s because i have to— but i am not speaking to you.