Some thoughts should never be conceived. Some questions should never be asked, because they have no answer, and the questions themselves serve only to haunt with grinding guilt and second guessing.

The loss of a child exploits the emotions of each individual it encounters.

An anchor should be someone who is personally open and willing to communicate.

Allow yourself to be an anchor and anchored by others.

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.

The loss of my child broke my spirit.

This time I read the title of the painting: Girl Interrupted at Her Music. Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been,...

Live for your country, die to yourself; live for yourself, die to your country.

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...

I’m convinced that the world, more than ever, needs the music only you can make. And if it takes extra courage to keep playing in spite of your loss, many will applaud the effort. And...

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.

Loss has no friend, no allies, no benefit to the human spirit.

The process of grief and loss is as unique as your personal DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid); no two individuals will have the same experiences or relationship to grief.

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.

There is no greater grief, than when a parent losses a child.

I tell you of loss, my child, so you will listen, slowly, and know that in life every emotion is fated to rear itself within your being. Don’t judge it proper or ugly. It’s simply...

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

I have cried over myself a hundred times this summer, she thought, I have wept over my big feet and my skinny legs and my nose, I have even cried over my stupid shoes, and...

One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your...

Que l’on soit absent dans la pièce voisine, ou sur l’autre versant de la planète, la différence n’est pas essentielle. La présence de l’ami qui en apparence s’est éloigné, peut se faire plus dense qu’une...

Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears Can witness how I cling to thee?

We don’t know predestined ways,or what future might behold,someone leaves,someone remains,and new things replace the old.We don’t know a thing for sure,what’s today,is there tomorrow?Yet,somehow we still endure,through those moments filled with sorrow.Can we really...

Treat gain and loss the same.’ Don’t be Intimidated. Don’t make a Big Deal of anything – just accept things as they come to you.

But you are my wife!” when I didn’t do something that he wanted me to do. His expectations were not realistic.

Though sorrow may impede my heart,It is of great love to have known you.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn’t have something in the first place. I guess that’s what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you...

What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all....

I am, after all, an adult, a grown man, a useful human being, even though I lost the career that made me all these things. I won’t make that mistake again.

June is gone. For the first time, the enormity of that hits me. Every muscle aches, my heart most of all. I am throbbing with how much I miss her. It hurts worse than anything....

I didn’t mean I’d seen everything, John Grady said.I know you didn’t.I just meant I’d seen some things I’d as soon not of.I know it. There’s hard lessons in this world. What’s the hardest? I...

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

In the first year of my grief, there were times when I felt like hiding my personal story of loss and other times when I wanted to wear a sign on my body that read...

Jo claimed that the reason people survived breakups was that within days of the amputation, Mother Nature started reminding you of what you had been doing without, what could have been better, all the samll...

So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal theloss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us – that’ssnatched right out of our hands – even if we...

So, how can I try to be someone I didn’t really even know?

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

I have loved and lost many a time, but along the way I have found myself.

The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

Eternity is a long time and it doesn’t always work out that way,” Jareth says, a bit bitterly. “It’s worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.

There’s a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

This is my life now. Absurd, but unpredictable. Not absurd because unpredictable but unpredictable because absurd. If I have lost the meaning of my life, I might still find small treasured things among the spilled...

I used to be one, until my wife died. And then I was just pathetic.

Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have...

It’s odd, I think of my poor wife often, but I can’t think of her for a long time.

What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?

Loss makes the soul sick