Loss Death Quotes

Loss Death Quote of the day

There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,' my mother explained shortly before she left me. 'If you can remember me, I will be with you always.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

Death is a great tragedy…a profound loss…I don’t accept it…I think people are kidding themselves when they say they are comfortable with death.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought...?

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.

The death of Malcolm Fraser underwrites a great loss to Australia... I always thought Malcolm would be around a lot longer. I must say, I wished he had been.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

Sometimes when I wake up, I forget that she's gone and then I remember and my heart drops like it does when you miss a step or trip over a kerb.

This wasn't the first time that I'd come close to death, but it was the first time I'd been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying goodbye to someone you've loved.

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.

The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss. Love and death are not different things, they are the front and back of the same thing.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.

Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.

Verily, a man should not cling to those who have passed, for he will likely neglect service to the living.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

What had happened still seemed implausible. A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

We think of death and loss as tragic twins, but in fact it is loss that hurts us.

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

Death is the loss of everything all at once.

Pale death kicks with impartial foot at the hovels of the poor and the towers of kings.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.

And I, could I stand byAnd see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?

Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh away the years that came between.

My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger.

When someone you love dies, part of you dies with them. It's why your never the same after losing someone.

Things are just things. They can't bring back the dead. it just makes me feel better.

Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been gone, but you have to move on. If not today, then someday soon.I love you, Ryden, I will always love you, but I’m not here anymore.

Too often my solution is to let something die because I can’t keep it alive, when God’s solution is to let something live because His Son already died for it.

Sometimes we grieve the living more than the dead.

Grief came in waves, sometimes big, sometimes small, but even on the calmest days, the grief remained. The tide still came ashore.

The problem with love is this: It dies. And when it does, you die with it.

At the graveyard there was no hope, so there was nothing to lose and no chance for disappointment.

You can't learn anything from losing someone you love. Any lesson you learn from that isn't a lesson. It's a compromise with life. A lie you tell yourself.

He hadn’t saved her. He hadn’t even bothered trying.