Loss Quotes
I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.
The fear of losing someone you love can turn people inside out.
I miss you with the very edge of my skin.It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting.
Anything said is gone as soon as it leaves my lips. Things written down at least have a chance to leave a soft echo of what had been.
But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.
I don’t know what makes people start wanting each other any more than I know what makes it stop all of a sudden. I just know that when you lose it once, you’ll never take it for granted again
You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a grown-up. It never goes away.
I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.
You mean to tell me you're mourning the loss of someone who never existed?
The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.
How can you ricochet from a moment where you are on top of the world to one where you are crawling at rock bottom
Institutions have processes favoring efficiency over loss, and process over people.
...People are not one-dimensional. People do not live on one plane...
Paco, we are all so much more than our faults, aren’t we?
Take solace in that, regardless of the fact that the love you had in your mind was lost, it was fairer than any, and you can take that with you forever.
I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.
Pain is pain...Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less.
More tears rushed from the depths of her tortured soul. ... The losses piled up.
The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss.
When you lose someone who's as close as your own skin, the only place you can find him again is hidden inside your memories.
He passed through her with his soul caressing hers goodbye. And in that final hour he was with her one last time.
Funny how an absence can feel like a presence, like that space practically glows with her outline and make me notice how she's not here.
She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.
I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for the people I had met and the people I had lost.
In other words, I was a moderately happy penguin who was occasionally attacked by sadness.
I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn't regret any of it.
The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces— those, I think, are the sensations of grief.
He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.
I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.
I see you in the grass, Running through the snow, But where you have gone, I cannot go.
I believe that our world was created with a sense of order. For every loss, there's a gain. Sometimes we're so blinded by the loss that we don't see the gain, don't recognize the gift.
I realized, it is not the time that heals, but what we do within that time that creates positive change.
He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.
But I’ve learned that sometimes, somehow, no matter how much time we spend apart from the ones we care most about, our love for them never fades, for time apart only makes our love grow stronger.
One always has to be willing to lose to be able to win... in battle and in life. I wonder. Are you willing to lose, Rayla?
That’s how it felt – that the loss of him had a life of its own. I lived with it as I could have lived with him. Some nights it was quiet and sometimes it pounded on my door.
If she lives, she shall be my wedded wife. If she dies--mother, I can't speak of what I shall feel if she dies." His voice was choked in his throat.
Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way, " Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.