Loss Death Quotes
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.
How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable?
The real hell of this, " he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.
No popularity exists when tragedy strikes. All that's left are human hearts and love and ache. We all love each other, deep down, and when we see another soul in pain we can't help but hurt too.
And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.
WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE'S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT'S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.
He would find his Susie, inside his young son. Give that love to the living.
I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.
Only the debris of wreckage, and not much of that, was left behind by the sharks who fed on tragedy: the fishermen, too, mourned the death of a living child.
...the only thing really worth doing in this life is giving love to everyone around you.
Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.
A person does not have to be beautiful for you to find them beautiful. That's what love is all about.
I've had people tell me to get over it. I politely tell them, 'How about if I chop off your finger and see if it grows back?
from under the ground, from under the waters, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won’t let go.
As the days dwindled towards the end of the week I knew only one thing: I couldn't return to our old life. Haroon had taken Honour and Al with him,
There is only one thing in this world worse than dying and that’s watching someone you love die instead—you feel their pain with no final solace.
He needs a looser association. He needs something that implies a man who wants the ice shard to remain in his chest, who's learned to love the sensation of being pierced.
Pak Karman hugged his wife’s gravestone tightly. “You left without saying farewell!” The whole of the graveyard was ablaze with light.
When everything looks the same on the outside, yet everything has changed on the inside, we break. We break in half.This is the duality of loss.
The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.
Forgiveness is a conscious choice to become more liberated and less constrained by the past. This simple act of changing one’s mindset can be the wellspring of tolerance, mercy, and compassion.
I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.
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.
Death and parting are the same.
This is what loss was, what death was: an escape into the luminous wave-forms, into the ineffable speed of the light-years and the parsecs, the eternally receding distances of the cosmos.
There are people that have had worse happen to them. All those people that died in the hotel bombing? All those that were maimed and left orphaned?
After she was gone, I sheathed her sword at my belt, draped her cloak over my shoulders, carried her heart in my arms, and, somehow, went on.
Time heals nothing. It only brings other issues and tissues, and takes what is incurable or unacceptable out of the center of our attention.
Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.
We would prefer all gain and no loss in life, yet that would gain us nothing more than great loss.
What is gone is gone and will not come back. When the earth swallows, it swallows forever and we are left to stumble along feeling the absences. These are our burdens.
Dare my guilty heart admit the horrible acknowledgement that I love you still?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean--""To speak of it?" asked the K'mir. Diane nodded. "You have to, just to bleed off the poison from the memory.
The bereaved need more than just the space to grieve the loss. They also need the space to grieve the transition.
At the graveyard there was no hope, so there was nothing to lose and no chance for disappointment.
The problem with love is this: It dies. And when it does, you die with it.
Saying goodbye to someone you love isn’t really the hard part. It’s living every day, not being able to say anything to them at all.
