What amazes me most is that we, as a people, have shared our collective story of being thrown out of our homeland, Palestine, with each other and with many others- actually we have bored the...

dark energy,” described as a cosmic antigravity, as yet totally unknowable. It’s basically all mystery out there – all of it, with just this one sliver of knowable, livable, finite light and life. And did...

and it is hard to let go, to imagine alternatives, but you are bold with unknowing, you are ready to explore.

I need to ask, are you afraid of spiders?”Nicholas blinked, suddenly caught off guard, “Yes, I’m afraid of spiders.””Were you always?””What are you, a psychiatrist?”Pritam took a breath. He could feel Laine’s eyes on him,...

Letting go is the lesson. Letting go is always the lesson. Have you ever noticed how much of our agony is all tied up with craving and loss?

The dusty tombs of long-dead exorcist priests lay in the alcoves below, surmounted by stone effigies, the features eroded by the passing of time and the reverent caresses of their grateful parishioners, a reminder, she...

The Way It IsThere’s a thread you follow. It goes amongthings that change. But it doesn’t change.People wonder about what you are pursuing.You have to explain about the thread.But it is hard for others to...

Nora had been training herself not to think too much about her kids. Not because she wanted to forget them – not at all – but because she wanted to remember them more accurately. For...

Ten long trips around the sun since I last saw that smile, but only joy and thankfulness that on a tiny world in the vastness, for a couple of moments in the immensity of time,...

I have serious hearing loss. I’m challenged if I don’t have my hearing aids in.

The griefs that have been hardest for me were the ones I didn’t recognize as griefs, because they came in what were supposed to be the best times of my life. No one whispered in...

I think there were times when I was so afraid of losing you that I forgot I even had you at all.

At morn we buried Melanippus; as the sun set the maiden Basilo died by her own hand, as she could not endure to lay her brother on the pyre and live; and the house beheld...

Get out of my house,” but instead, I came home one night to find all my clothes scattered all over our front lawn.

You never know what you have till you’ve lost it.

The less I have, the less I can lose.

I wasn’t offering her pity,” Mrs. Caswell said impatiently. “Tragedies don’t interest me, tragedies and heartbreaks are all alike, what matters is how a person meets them, how they survive them. Given the inevitability of...

Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.

His work was so great that it cannot be compassed in a few words. His death is one of the greatest losses ever to occur to British science.{Describing Ernest Rutherford upon his death at age...

For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream.

Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally I’d see their beauty and solemnity so plainly that I’d realize in a piercing way that my mother was right. That...

You’re absolved,” I tell him.He brings his eyes back up to mine. There’s no fucking way he knows what that word means. That’s a word I dream someone will say to me.So I put it...

Myśli te zaprawione były pewną goryczą ludzi starych, którzy więcej cierpią nad utratą rzeczy dawnych, niż cieszą się z nadejścia nowych.

It’s all right.” To whom? I wondered later.

The words I love you, as a unit, are like a knife that only stings once you remove the blade from the relationship.

The loss of a loved one is like the loss of a part of oneself; an arm or a leg. At first, the pain is so physical that it is hard to ignore. The trauma...

Why is it that people talk about death, as if it is a part of life, when it is entirely separate? Someone passes on into the never ending void, where the living aren’t allowed. We...

I see now that my faith was becoming an ally rather than an enemy because I could vent anger freely, even toward God, without fearing retribution.

He passed through her with his soul caressing hers goodbye. And in that final hour he was with her one last time.

I got my laptop out from under the bed and fired it up and went onto his wall page, where already the condolences were flooding in. Themost recent one said:I love you, bro. See you...

True strength is knowing that you don’t have to be strong every single second of the day.

Remembering. Forgetting. I’m not sure which is worse.

This wasn’t the first time that I’d come close to death, but it was the first time I’d been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying goodbye to someone you’ve loved.

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

There are all sorts of losses people suffer- from the small to the large. You can lose your car keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you...

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

Kontrolsüzdüm. Kelimeleri telaffuz edişimden bile anlaşılıyordu kırgınlığım. Habersiz gidişine duyduğum dindirilemez öfke yeniden baş gösteriyordu. Hesap sormak için değil, beni öldürmesi için gelmiş gibiydim.

No mark survives this place: you too will yieldto unmemory.

She took a step and didn’t want to take any more, but she did.

Sometimes falling apart is the bravest act of all

Anyone? On Snow’s visit before the Victory Tour, he challenged me to erase any doubts of my love for Peeta. “Convince me,” Snow said. It seems, under that hot pink sky with Peeta’s life in...

Strength and victory… What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

After a dazed moment, Specialist Kit Murphy put his arms loosely around her, and Josie Schaeffer clung to him, knowing this man was not her husband, that her husband was never coming back, but for...

Life was about loss. One minute standing on the promise of your dreams, then free-falling backward into nothingness. Is this what it meant to grow old? To gradually be stripped of all you cared about....

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

The kiss grew into so much more than anything that had come before, unfettered by a time that strived to contain passion, born from perceived loss and glorious gain.

The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobody’s sister now.

He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.