Loss taught me about the frailty and transient nature of man. It taught me humility. It taught me about the urgency of service, of touching lives, of mentoring, of legacy. Of making hay while there...

I look for my sister but it’s hopeless. The goggles are all fogged up. Every fish burns lantern-bright, and I can’t tell the living from the dead. It’s all just blurry light, light smeared like...

Le mancanze si assomigliano un po’ tutte.

There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.

Rasa kehilangan itu wajar. Tapi percaya deh, semuanya akan baik-baik aja. Suatu hari, lo akan bangun dan nggak merasakan apa-apa. Semua beban dari masa lalu lo, rasa sedih ini, puff! hilang begitu saja. Dan saat...

I don’t know what makes people start wanting each other any more than I know what makes it stop all of a sudden. I just know that when you lose it once, you’ll never take...

To the poor memories of drunks,’ she said. ‘To all the lovely nights forever lost.

In our loss and fear we craved the acts of religion, the ceremonies that allow us to admit our helplessness, our dependence on the great forces we do not understand.

Loss is a knife, constantly cutting, but over time the blade dulls, and the cuts aren’t as sharp. It’s always there in the drawer, but you realize it doesn’t cut as deeply anymore.

It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people’s too – yours, Leo’s, Dad’s. We have to expand at...

He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in...

As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents’ bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by...

Though loss did not pass from one person to another liker a baton; it just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers. And, she thought, scratching the coarseness of the horse’s mane, it did...

The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.

We have all suffered losses and pain, but no loss is greater than a life lost holding-on to a painful past.

Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it’s gone.

She did not like seeing her loved ones like this, bent over with sorrow; everything in her wanted to cry out, to thrash and scream at the sight of it. But she knew that great...

I don’t know if this happens in all relationships, but I just got so sick of his all too familiar stories. I had heard these stories so many times that I could have recited them...

In that moment, I welcomed back the light and let go of the fear, the feelings of unworthiness, the past, the loss, the wallowing, the grief and the anger. I let go of the illusion...

I stopped in St. Bernadette’s Cemetery one of my favorite places… The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns supporting a ceiling formed by their interlocking crowns. In the quiet space below, is laid...

There really is only one ending to any story. Human life ends in death. Until then, it keeps going and gets complicated and there’s loss. Everything involves loss; every relationship ends in one way or...

To lose someone after you’ve loved them was tougher than losing them when you’ve never even met them.

Every night. Every day…

When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,...

But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.

You see how I tryTo reach with wordsWhat matters mostAnd how I fail.

Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such wounds were not fatal.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

The pain I felt when I lost my glove was nothing compared to the pain I felt losing my hand as well.

Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.

I don’t really enjoy experiencing pain. No one does. But we will become less human if we learn to detach ourselves from one another to the point that when we experience death of a beautiful...

Gifts of grace come to all of us. But we must be ready to see and willing to receive these gifts. It will require a kind of sacrifice, the sacrifice of believing that, however painful...

He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while...

You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.

Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.

Sarah, though, was still sometimes ruled by stark pain, lost to everything else. Grief slipped away, only to attack from behind. It changed shape endlessly. It lacerated her, numbed her, stalked her, startled her, caught...

Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever.

Ten years, she’s dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

He gently touched his mother’s cheek, felt her sorrow slip over his fingertips.

She looked so disappointed, so grieved and desperate that Clem longed to comfort her, only he couldn’t think of thing to say that she hadn’t heard a hundred times from Dad and Dr. Snow and...

There is no peace, I’m sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

Korkuyorum, birlikte yatalım” diyeceği zamana kadar. Gecenin o en derin sessizliği sıralarında, kalbimi yerinden çıkaran ayak seslerinin kapının kilitli olup olmadığını yatağından kalkıp en az yirmi kez kontrol etmek zorunda olan annemin olacağını fark edene...

We know the end is overrated, we’ll become the walls we raise. We don’t believe enough, but we still care.

But she’s still afraid that the more she misses him–his face, his skin, the way he looked at her–and the more hope she has that she’ll see him again, the more she has to lose.

Anna drove with the window rolled down, breathing in the essence of autumn: an exhalation of a forest readying itself for sleep, a smell so redolent with nostalgia a pleasant ache warmed her bones and...

That’s the tragedy of falling in love; it brings with it the potential for loss.

I’ve lost someone, too; someone I loved. I know how you feel.”- Does it get easier?”Yes. But you’ll never be the same again.

You wondered what was in whale’s milk. Now you know. Think of the force down there, just telling things to get born, just to be!”I had had no answer for her then. Now I might...

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.