I am falling in love with falling out of love

As a species, tragedy dwells within us all. We push it to the back of our thoughts, but it is never so far gone that it cannot return, crashing and writhing into our souls: a...

I didn’t have enough other people in my life to cover the loss of this many people at once. I didn’t have spare aunties or cousins or grandparents. I didn’t have backup. I didn’t have...

the loss is transformative, in good ways and bad, a tangle of change that cannot be threaded into the usual narrative spools…It’s not an emergence from the cocoon, but a tree growing around an obstruction.

When a dreamer loses his lover, his dream profits. (Unless, of course, the lover was the dreamer’s dream.)

Haymitch isn’t thinking of arenas, but something else. “Johanna’s back in the hospital.”I assumed Johanna was fine, had passed her exam, but simply wasn’t assigned to a sharp shooters’ unit. She’s wicked with a throwing...

When you go through a traumatic event, there’s a lot of shame that comes with that. A lot of loss of self-esteem. That can become debilitating.

She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling...

The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.

And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding instinct to protect myself against loss are potent forces.

Grief is a good thing. It’s the way we get through the transitions of life.

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our...

When I talk about unrequited love, most of you probably think about romantic love, but there are many other kinds of love that are not adequately returned, if they are returned at all. An angry...

There is a difference between saying goodbye and letting go. Goodbye is not permanent. You can meet years later as old friends and share what happened in your life. You can smile and laugh about...

Gone. and it was completely. Everyone I’d every known, every place I’d ever been. My Mother. My father. Rebecca. Out of site. Out of mind.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked...

Sometimes, there was no getting over it. Sometimes, you lived with the empty place inside of you until you imploded on it, loss as singularity, or until the empty place expanded and hollowed out the...

Sometimes the pain is a startling breach that hobbles your entire soul; dreadful losses that rupture your perceived reality. Pain so visceral and unrelenting that even death itself can begin to look like a welcomed...

A dark shadow rose from the depth of the watercourse. Forced to crawl out of the oceans rolling waves, it struggled against the pull of the undertow. Rising, it moved further up the white sandy...

The pain of your loss will return. Less, but still considerable. I know you’ve worked hard to release it, but it can still take hold of you. I will help you sing away the fury,...

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we’ll never...

I didn’t feel like I was stealing someone’s husband; I felt like they were already apart.

Shine in any season of your life!Head on with confidence in your life’s pilgrim!In deep faith, countless hope and unconditional love blessed by the Almighty.Newness of each rising day, bringing forth colourful sunsets.Enkindle your soul...

Here the whole world (stars, water, air,And field, and forest, as they wereReflected in a single mind)Like cast off clothes was left behindIn ashes, yet with hopes that she,Re-born from holy poverty,In lenten lands, hereafter...

Whatever you have lost there are more of, just not yours.

…this is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash.

And then she realized that after that Christmas party, she didn’t really lose anything, except respect for everyone.

He couldn’t count them all. Nobody taught him how to count past ten. Such losses were beyond his comprehension.

As the song goes, ‘You are lost and gone forever, oh my darling, Valentine.'”[…]I’m listening to someone give up. Someone I knew. Someone I liked.I’m listening. But still, I’m too late.

Blessed are the organized, for they will gain everything that they’ll never lose.

He was out to get back everything he’d lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever.

The intense roller coaster of emotions will gradually lesson over time. But there is no timeframe for the grieving process, and it will not be rushed, no matter how fast you’d like to “get over...

Maybe is wasn’t love so much as a fear of losing everything I’d accomplished. I was afraid to let go.

This here is your inheritance, says the senior partner. Yes, he says, Ludwig, I know, and stows the plan for the bathing house (5.5m long, 3.8m wide, outer wall construction: wood, roof construction: thatch), stows...

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.

That’s what it’s all about–knowing what you have to lose, but risking the loss anyway.

Though I knew in my mind that others had felt such loss, this loss was mine, and I felt that no one would ever understand it, and to try to explain the lonliness and pain...

Allow yourself some happiness, so that I can be a part of it.

I no longer believe there’s any such thing as losing a woman. A man loses himself as women slip into the future.

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

We lose our soul, to find our life.

Don’t let’s ask for the moon! We have the stars!

Children of the mentally ill learn early on how not to be a bother, especially if they grew up with neglect. As my sister insisted once, when she was in severe pain after injuring her...

You are everything I have in this world Gracie

I could only nod as emotions rolled in like a destructive storm. This was it. It was over. My incredible time with this beautiful talented man was up. I had to clench my teeth and...

..there are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.

Being in grief, it turns out, is not unlike being in love.In both states, the imagination’s entirely occupied with one person. The beloved dwells at the heart of the world, and becomes a Rome: the...

It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like...

There’s no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world...