4,061 Quotes About Loss

His absence is so big it's like he's there.

A memory of her father flitted through her consciousness. The time he played a slow, melodic tune on the saxophone in the misty rain of the yard on a summer’s night, surrounded by the patio’s twinkling lights. She remembered peering out the window and feeling like she was catching a glimpse of another world. One that was timeless and majestic. She touched his saxophone after that as if she were touching the hand of God, wishing to hold onto that feeling forever.

Tha didn't mek it, did tha, luv,Our gowden weddin' day.Wi tried so hard to keep thi,But tha quietly slipped away.It's fifty years ago to-daySin' ah become thi bride,Ah'd give everythin' in t'world, mi luv,To have thi by mi side.But there, it seems 'twere noan fer t'beBut ah seems to hear thi say,"Durn't fret, mi lass, just carry on,We'll meet agen some day.

Most of the time I lack closure; a reason. Without closure, you are perpetually haunted by the separation. Even if the reason is obvious, there is no easy way to move on, despite what people say. I have lost enough to know that when people say "You are better off" or "Just move on", they do not understand. Most of the pain comes not from the separation itself, but from the chaos created internally.

Shine in any season of your life!Head on with confidence in your life’s pilgrim!In deep faith, countless hope and unconditional love blessed by the Almighty.Newness of each rising day, bringing forth colourful sunsets.Enkindle your soul once more with courage, joy and love,flowing in a river of awakening & sharing:with a heart who once knew that hurt, pain, loss…means to SHINE!

Each person if he was lucky found the place where he could shine, and the person he could shine on. At Cranley Gardens Johnny had been audience, to Evert, to Ivan, to the whole clever, memoir-swapping gang. But with Pat he was a closely attended performer - he was funny, almost articulate, and rich in things worth saying.

There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

WIDOW. The word consumes itself, said Sylvia Plath, who consumed herself.

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