May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World If the gods bring to youa strange and frightening creature,accept the giftas if it were one you had chosen. Say the accustomed prayers,oil the hooves...

im in love with you and im not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.

Coming back last time to the house she grew up in, Isabel had been reminded of the darkness that had descended with her brothers’ deaths, how loss had leaked all over her mother’s life like...

Dr. Webb says that losing a sibling is oftentimes much harder for a person than losing any other member of the family. “A sibling represents a person’s past, present, and future,” he says. “Spouses have...

Life seems sometimes like nothing more than a series of losses, from beginning to end. That’s the given. How you respond to those losses, what you make of what’s left, that’s the part you have...

For need can blossom into all the compensation it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly...

I Cannot Remember You…engulfed in liquid amnesiaI cannot fight the tide

The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.

You don’t know who is important to you until you actually lose them.

Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live. I could tell you who said it, but who the hell...

I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants of shapeshifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and...

Yet the story of Orpheus, it occurs to me, is not just about the desire of the living to resuscitate the dead but about the ways in which the dead drag us along into their...

If I could find one wordthat would shudder the airlike that frightened sob,that wordless prayerof my newly-born,who drew one breath,and with unopened eyessank back into death;If I could break the world’s cold heartwith that cry,then...

His absence is so big it’s like he’s there.

We knew what we had and what it meant, and though so much had happened since for both of us, there was nothing like those years in Paris, after the war. Life was painfully pure...

…she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk’s bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her futile heart seeping out over her chest and arms and legs,...

What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

Ready or not, here I comeI’m so tired of this dumb game of hide and seekOlly olly oxen freeShow yourself, you’re scaring meCome out, come out, where ever you areYou’ve taken this thing way too...

Now the two of them rode silently toward town, both lost in their own thoughts. Their way took them past the Delgado house. Roland looked up and saw Susan sitting in her window, a bright...

But I’ve learned that sometimes, somehow, no matter how much time we spend apart from the ones we care most about, our love for them never fades, for time apart only makes our love grow...

How can I judge?” she said at last. “To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster.” She let her head fall into her arms and started crying quietly. “I miss him! Curse...

When a woman miscarries, the experience of the father is often forgotten. But men grieve pregnancy loss too…

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where...

Sometimes you have to let things go. Sometimes you have to stop caring for a minute.

The last time she had seen him in the flesh, all the vital force of his life stripped away, his sharpened face had confronted her with such a fearful fixed finality of sightless indifference that...

The fullness of life’s balancing grace will demand the symmetry of recompense for all your loss and pain.

Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.

Sometimes when we are drowning in our own loss we lash out–anger is momentarily easier to cope with.

Look up, greet sparks of fire with salted eyes,For he’s a burning atmospheric sigh:One blaze of liquid flame on midnight sky,Soft orbital decay, and last goodbye.

I could only defend myself so much. It was my word against his. There was no evidence, nor was there any proof. My word meant very little.

[…] I had to press against the Plexiglas to feel the blood and body heat of his loss, stare hard at the loss so I could remember how its face was shaped, the exact color...

If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which...

The real hell of this,” he told her, “is that you’re going to get through it.

I have been loved,” she said, “by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

You weren’t there.

Eli was right. The measure of success isn’t what you gain. It’s what you pay to get it.

Every game has rules. Obey the rules, win the game; disobey the rule, lose it! The game of life has loser and winners. Play fairly and win!

More than anything, Natalie wanted to move to the bed, take Sophie’s hand, sit beside her.Lay her head against her shoulder. But she didn’t dare. Or maybe just couldn’t. Fear. Friendship. Desire. Regret. Remorse. Longing....

…recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void…

You can, for just a moment, fuse grief like a bone, but the memory of the ability to bend lingers inside, like an itch running in the blood, just beneath the skin: relief is always...

One always has to be willing to lose to be able to win… in battle and in life. I wonder. Are you willing to lose, Rayla?

Bio sam toliko blizu tebe, da mi je hladno pored drugih.

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

Issac:”I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters.”Computer: “I don’t understand-“Issac: “Me neither. Pause

Turn off your phone, and your computer and your mind. Find your heart center and send it compassion. See the holiness in everyone you meet. Honor it.Know your worth. Know your worth. Know your worth.Accept...

Although her heart had been dead for years, she clasped her hands over her breast to protect what rested underneath.

Enjoy today, the time you have now, for time cannot be found only lost.