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.

Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it…We might expect that we will be prostrate, inconsolable, crazy with loss. We do not expect to be literally crazy, cool...

For anyone who feels lost in their own way, going back to who you are and what you love or moving forward to whoever you are meant to be or meant to love, is the...

Her bed felt huge and empty now, and when she slept, she did so with her arm around a pillow. She dreamed of him almost every night, sometimes good dreams of happy days and joyful...

I could no longer desire physically without feeling a need for her, without suffering from her absence.

My love for you is a prayer, she thought. Love is the only prayer I know.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature’s delight.

And that’s that as you get older, you lose things, things you don’t necessarily want to lose.

However much grief I carried, I liked the way my life was tending, these bright new directions. It’s only human, to mourn and to reach toward forwardness at once.

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she...

We had a kettle; we let it leak:Our not repairing made it worse.We haven’t had any tea for a week…The bottom is out of the Universe.

…loss is essential, loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life. Mind you, I’m not complaining. Thanks to some inexplicable universal guiding force, it is always the worthless things we lose –...

Anger is the only antidote strong enough to counter grief.

No more running, no more half living, starving or fear. You have it better than me now, I think.

If you believe that weight loss requires self-deprivation, I’m going to teach you otherwise.