Reckon it’s best if you don’t have anyone you care about; then it can’t hurt you. Don’t have to be afraid of losing someone if you no one to lose.

To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.

You should love something while you have it, love it fully and without reservation, even if you know you’ll lost it someday. We lose everything. If you’re trying to avoid loss, there’s no point in...

Love doesn’t always curl your toes sometimes it takes a bite right out of your soul.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Wandering is better than place sometimes, than home, than destination. Sometimes she can eke out the idea that wandering is possibility, chance, serendipity–he might be there, that place she didn’t think to look, hadn’t worked...

zoom lens effect,” in which the focus is entirely on oneself, to the exclusion of external considerations.

Chance, you’ve gone past something you couldn’t afford to go past; your time, your youth, you’ve passed it. It’s all you had and you’ve had it.

I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world all that I didn’t do....

In the balance of love and loss, it was love that made me struggle to… Breathe.

I thought maybe we mourned not only for the dead but also for the living. We felt their absence before we knew for sure they were gone.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

I won the vote but shunned the soft parade[…]I won every battle and lost the war”(Geronimo)

It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness–cry and then walk–but what really...

No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.

The God I serve is able to save us both. To give us the winning lottery ticket so all our money problems will go away. To mend our broken hearts. To bring us close to...

You lose a child and you do understand each other’s grief at first, but if you get out of step with each other, it’s all over. Suddenly each of you is alone.

If love would die along with death, this life wouldn’t be so hard.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

It takes a year, nephew… a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.

Our absence is what remains of us.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back — to be sucked back — into it?

A lesson for all of us is that for every loss, there is victory, for every sadness, there is joy, and when you think you’ve lost everything, there is hope.

The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you’re faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow,...

You can’t lead people to where you’ve not been yourself. When you all get stranded, you need the knowledge of someone who knows the way!

He wanted it to be just right; he didn’t want to make the mistake of trying to tell her he loved her, and having the words come out confused or ending up saying something completely...

Where are you?” I wheeze into the floor. “Where did you go?

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

In the support group, the counselor had said: When you lose a loved one, you feel as if you’re inside a confined space. Everyone else will seem to be careening along outside of this space....

I began to recognize that there was a part of me that was stronger than I ever could have imagined. I didn’t know how I was still standing. I surprised myself. I was waking up...

Loving people and animals makes us stronger in the right ways and weaker in the right ways. Even if animals and people leave, even if they die, they leave us better. So we keep loving,...

He came up and kissed me on my forehead, and before he stepped away, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right...

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I’m feeling things at last. I’m feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound...

Each memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can’t prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. Pain...

April 11, 2004Does anyone know where I can find a copy of the rules of thought, feeling, and behavior in these circumstances? It seems like there should be a rule book somewhere that lays out...

This skin cripples me. It always has. — Kai Cheng Thom to —–, 2013 (age 22)

Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile, if only for a while to know you’re there. A breath away’s not far to where...

The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss.

WHAT THE LIVING DO Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled upwaiting for the...

Why love what you will lose?There is nothing else to love.

For the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the word ‘never’. And it’s really awful. You say the word a hundred times a day but you don’t really know what you’re...

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story...

When Doris had died so long ago, it was weeks before Mary could think clearly and remember what she was supposed to do the next minute and then the minute after that. Even though Doris...

…because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre,...

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

that old irrepressible-impossible- hope.” And I thought no, this doesn’t feel like hope. But maybe that’s what hope is, no shining thing but a kind of sustenance, plain as bread, the ordinary thing that feeds...

the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect

Utterly, irrevocably, lost

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…?

People are going to say a lot of things. And some of it will be helpful, and some of it will be annoying, and lots of it will get on your nerves. But they’re saying...