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...

Take solace in that, regardless of the fact that the love you had in your mind was lost, it was fairer than any, and you can take that with you forever.

To better handle grief, become the passenger, not the driver.

I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain,...

I cannot talk of the power of want, of how much desire can do. I don’t think it can be measured. I think want is forgotten too quickly or dismissed as being worth far less...

I’ll remember you… I remember everyone I’ve lost.

People lose people, we lose things in our life as we’re constantly growing and changing. That’s what life is is change, and a lot of that is loss. It’s what you gain from that loss...

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it’s not what we want, at least it’s something.

Whatever the response to loss and tragedy, the experience seems to boil down to one journey–searching for Jesus.

That loss is common would not makeMy own less bitter, rather more:Too common! Never morning woreTo evening, but some heart did break.

Papas should be loving their children so much that they cry when they gone. That’s what papas is supposed to do.

Distress at losing an object can be as much a frustration at the intellectual mystery of the disappearance as about the loss itself.

You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the...

I am very familiar with the sound of loss.

From loss breeds new life

When you don’t have something anymore, you learn to live without it.” That’s what my dad told me that first night after he found me sleeping inside a closet underneath a pile of my mom’s...

If he closed his eyes he could dwell in the circuit of air that had once held her, he could hold his breath and be inside her again, within the close and burning borders of...

…(my father) would say nothing,And I could not find a silenceAmong the one hundred Chinese silencesThat would fit the one he createdEven though I was the one Who had just made up the businessOf the...

my bones are heavy” i would only mean itas a good thingheavy bones can’t be broken,you can’t break heavy bones

We don’t lose people, they just slip down like sand through the loop holes we have in ourselves.

lost” is a new link between this world and the happier land beyond the morn. My soul is for the moment bowed down with grief when I cease to feel the touch of their hands...

I am ashes where once I was fire…

It’s been six months since she died. But Ove still inspects the whole house twice a day to feel the radiators and check that she hasn’t sneakily turned up the heating.

The vivid memory of the woods had blossomed into a visceral longing for the Ridge, so immediate that I felt the ghost of my vanished house rise around me, a cold mountain wind thrumming past...

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.