4,061 Quotes About Loss

Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind.

I am so glad you like them', said he, staring at his feet. 'They seem to have got so much whiter since the moon rose.' And he turned his lean sorrowful long face to Bertha. 'There is a moon, you know.' She wanted to cry: I am sure there is--often--often.

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near. A year ago I could not have imagined that Josh would no longer be a constant for me. I couldn't have conceived of how hard it would be to not see Margot every day, how lost I would feel without her- or how easily Josh could slip away, without me even realizing. It's the good-byes that are hard.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow we're all right. We go on.

Pain can make us lash out in unexpected ways.Pain can make us hurt those we care about.Pain can build walls between two human souls.

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

The Little War?How can there bea little war?Are some deathssmaller than others,leaving motherswho weepa little less?

Even though we knew she was going to die eventually, when it happened it was still a terrible, rude shock. I thought I was prepared, but when it happened I fell apart. That's when I realized I'd been hanging on to the hope, however slim, that as long as she was alive she might somehow get better.

Yes, she was lovely. But more than that, she was warm and funny and loving. Hot-tempered one moment, and laughing the next. And she could make a home anywhere. She carried a sort of security about with her. I can't think of a single person who didn't love her. I still think about her every day of my life. Sometimes she seems very dead. And other times, I can't believe that she isn't somewhere in the house and that a door won't open and she'll be there.