Loss Quotes

To the poor memories of drunks, ' she said. 'To all the lovely nights forever lost.

Every choice is a loss. The past is not where you left it.

Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such wounds were not fatal.

You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.

I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my pastwas my life.

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere...

Reshuffllng of thoughts - facilitates a refreshed perspective to a mental deadlock!

I was never hurt by loss as much as I was hurt by the people who tried to make me feel like a winner, they made it worse

Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't believein poems

Kavita’s arms are still outstretched, but they hold nothing. After the metal gate clangs shut behind them, Kavita can still hear Usha’s piercing wail echoing inside.

It was "Boom Boom" Dupont who had ripped Kit out of the Humvee after the IED went off, the IED that turned the entire undercarriage of his truck into a fiery wall that consumed the five men inside.

The Greatest loss in life is the loss of a mother: The second greatest, the loss of Self.

...we are all sorry when loss comes for us. The test of our character comes not in how many tears we shed but in how we act after those tears have dried.

Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

The closet bond that we share with our brethren is that of grief. Every community knows sorrow.

Grief makes gravity heavier and air molecules denser, so breathing is accomplished in a shallow, half-hearted way.

Grief helps us to relinquish the illusion that the past could be different from what it was.

But the place where we're most broken, most empty of ourselves... is the place where we can be filled in a way that is harder for people who haven't experienced a loss.

Sweetheart, I’m telling you, you love someone like that, you love them the right way, and no time would be enough. Doesn’t matter if you had thirty years, ” she tells me. “It wouldn’t be enough.

It’s okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying, like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it’s vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

Just as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.

I find myself smiling, finally. I guess I do remember how to do it. You just turn the corners of your mouth up.

Perhaps that's what she caught, not Life Fatigue but just grief over a broken heart--and the bitterness that comes with being cheated too early of something true--like a young husband's love.

Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time to set it aside and become happy in life again.

Maybe there is no one way to deal with grief, but knowing that we're not totally alone is the best we can do.

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

You will live in me always. Your words, your heart, your soul are all part of me. My heart is full of your memories. Thank you for the gift of your life. I will never forget you.

Grief, we know where we've been. We know where we want to be.

On grief. We know where we've been. We know where we want to be.

I will always wear this scar. It's called love.

You can do the impossible, because you have been through the unthinkable.

Sorrowers tend to avoid what they are most fond of and try to give vent to their grief.

Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.

When we start rating each other’s lives and afflictions, we lose a bit of our humanity, compassion and perspective.

Someday you will wake up feeling 51 percent happy and slowly, molecule by molecule, you will feel like yourself again.

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.

In the oddity or maybe the miracle of life, the roots of something new frequently lie in the decaying husks of something old.

Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.

Never compare your grief.You - and only youwalk your path.

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

Sadness is a grieve spirit.

Start from where you are. Empower yourself. Adjust habits. Triumph over those habits -- this is how we EAT folks! This is how it's done!

Every moment you are separated from love it makes it so much harder to remember why a heart was shared

Mourn with those who are sorrowful.Be happy with those who are joyful.

I was so incredibly nostalgic for a life I knew I'd never, ever have again.

Never blame men, they have too many responsibilities because they live in a country where they are being taught to take up the burden since they get an erection.

You have to work on the business first before it works for you.