Nothing is really lost as long as you remember it

From the dear comes grief; From the dear comes fear.If you’re freed from the dear You’ll have no grief, let alone fear.

Since we all know for a fact that we’re all going to die, why don’t we all treat each other like we could lose each other at any minute?

We can’t even remotely fathom that whatever is ending for us is always more than an ending.

Like that first kiss we will never have. Like the last kiss we will always have.

What is first seen as a loss is now seen as a gain. For he finds solitude, not in far off, quite places; he creates it out of himself, spreads it around him, wherever he...

Because she is in God’s hands.’ But if so, she was in God’s hands all the time, and I have seen what they did to her here. Do they suddenly become gentler to us the...

It was only that night, dreaming forbidden dreams of Laurence and the clear attraction he had already displayed towards her, that the dream was disturbed. She woke to pain, her eyes and mouth flashing open...

A tie is a two-way loss, not a double win. Only a loser feels like a winner by being the equal of his opponent.

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.”Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee–by these angels he hath sent thee–Respite–respite and nepenthe...

Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long...

Once you have walked down the grief path, what you have gained on your journey may turn into invaluable advice for someone else.

Unfortunately, there is no expiration date on grief

It’s important to have a buddy like that. Somebody who’ll stop you from doing that really stupid thing you were gonna do just because you couldn’t think of anything better. — unidentified soldier, eulogizing his...

…being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I’ve been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then...

That was the only time, as I stood there, looking at that strange rubbish, feeling the wind coming across those empty fields, that I started to imagine just a little fantasy thing, because this was...

You don’t get to chose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved....

It’s easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she’s never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

…what happens when you returnand find nothingbut a hollowed shell,shingles and floor,walls and echoesand the light that lead you herehas now burned outand the ones who built ithave traveled afarand you cant go to them,no...

She took the posters downtown that afternoon. She filled a rolling suitcase with them … she took a stapler. And a box of staples. And hope. I think of those things. The paper, the stapler,...

Be glad that once you did experience that magic. It’s part of who you are now, and you’re richer for it.

Love for the beauty of the soul. I shall love you always. When the flower of life has gone, ever I shall find you. When all is lost and winter comes, I shall be your...

With the passing of time, she would slowly tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come...

Heavy is the head that holds the pen of creation. We construct these characters from nothing, molding them from our imaginations. We give them hopes and dreams and unique personalities until they feel so real...

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I’d forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips...

The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn’t eased, but there was room there for humour, too.

Lost. The therapist made it sound as if the person could be found. As if death wasn’t final and irrevocable.

I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.

There is a deep sense in which we are all ghost towns. We are all haunted by the memory of those we love, those with whom we feel we have unfinished business. While they may...

Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.

Her strategy for honoring the dead had always been to take action – solve the mystery, punish the criminal. But what did you do when there was no one to punish? When there were no...

Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first… it’s amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until...

Everything I’m desperate to keep, leaves.

most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

I don’t mind, I’m not supposed to mind, anyway. Mearth already told me that eventually I would want to be dead, that it was inevitable… still, I sometimes wish that I could have done something...

There is a realm in which miracles are possible and do take place. The door to this realm is the belief in all possibilities and YOU are the key.

The lost glove is happy.

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it’s gone.

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.

Ain’t nothing worse to a mama than losing her baby—

A few cold words on yonder stone, A corpse as cold as they can be -­ Vain words, and mouldering dust, alone -­ Can this be all that’s left of thee? O, no! thy spirit...

A good leader must have the wisdom to know when a pursuit is no longer worthy of being pursued – a time when the losses of the present must be accepted – and cut –...

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

Being married definitely took work. When we fought, I felt like I wanted to float away and drown, whereas before I knew I could walk away without any strings attached.

Memories of that which we have lost are curious things – weeks, months, even years may pass without recollection of them and then, quite suddenly, something will remind us of a lost friend, or of...

It was all death.

Rejection, though–it could make the loss of someone you weren’t even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

Only those willing to truly risk everything will gain everything. No person ever rose to greatness without the willingness to lose it all.