She always used to suspect that the price for happiness, the price for enjoying the company of a person you loved, was the steadily increasing risk of losing them, and at times, when she considered...

The tragedy of her death was not that it made one, now and then and very intensely, unhappy. It was that it made her unreal; and us solemn, and self-conscious. We were made to act...

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means...

Some losses never heal you just learn to carry the burden and shed a tear every now and then

It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness–cry and then walk–but what really...

No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.

The God I serve is able to save us both. To give us the winning lottery ticket so all our money problems will go away. To mend our broken hearts. To bring us close to...

You lose a child and you do understand each other’s grief at first, but if you get out of step with each other, it’s all over. Suddenly each of you is alone.

If love would die along with death, this life wouldn’t be so hard.

It isn’t easy when life tears away the one person in a million you thought you could always trust.

This very easy divorce had become very difficult. I thought I was in the express lane and it was all fast tracks from there. Think again.

Some part of me broke in prayer that morning, and some part of me was reborn as I gave myself fully and completely to prayer and to God in that moment.

With the ambitions, to seize the opportunity to win is your big loss.

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

The rare opportunity to exist, no matter how brief, is worth the pain left in the wake of its disappearance.

When you go,if you go,And I should want to die,there’s nothing I’d be saved bymore than the timeyou fell asleep in my armsin a trust so gentleI let the darkening roomdrink up the evening, tillrest,...

Loosers want it but only through the easy way. If action taking were like reading a story book, loosers would only love to open the picture pages

There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

I didn’t lose and let everybody else beat me so much as I made the race last. Last place means I had the most time to enjoy the experience.

I dont know what happens to country.

We made love like Wednesday and Thursday, only Thursday wasn’t always on top. Her name was Yesterday, and today will always remind me of her.

She knew nothing of the massacre that went on around her, but when she released the wail of a broken hearted mother, one man heard her. The one who took her son’s life.

So much ice.She thumbed a drying tear away.How much water can the weight of ice carry?

Maybe this is a second doctoral program: advanced learning about life, death, marriage, mothering, family, faith, patience, prayer. My degree will be ‘Doctor of Life,’ and I will be in good company. So many of...

Because God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would...

I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it.

The coach who goes home and doesn’t think about the game he just lost is bound to repeat his mistakes.

Because it isn’t a loss; just a little piece of their haven had broken off. People can patch things; it still may hurt, but that’s life.

Did I miss the denial, anger, and bargaining phases, or did you leap straight to depression?

Goodbye,” she told him, running her hand across his broad back one last time. “I love you. And I’ll never, ever stop missing you.

Then, in spite of everything, he began to smile. So much of his existence in Everlost had been full of despair. Despair, and a fear of losing what he had. But Allie was not lost,...

There is no place for innocence on the battlefield.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn’t get past something like that, you got through it.

I am so sorry for you, Leslie.’ She said it like she really meant it. But not like she was completely surprised. ‘And for him. Because he’s lost you now.’ This last part undid me....

You see, there’s some blues for folks ain’t never had a thing, and that’s a sad blues … but the saddest kind of blues is for them that’s had everything they ever wanted and has...

We wrote our names in the sandYou crossed mine out: I can’t getback to the way I was.

Reckon it’s best if you don’t have anyone you care about; then it can’t hurt you. Don’t have to be afraid of losing someone if you no one to lose.

To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.

You should love something while you have it, love it fully and without reservation, even if you know you’ll lost it someday. We lose everything. If you’re trying to avoid loss, there’s no point in...

Love doesn’t always curl your toes sometimes it takes a bite right out of your soul.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Wandering is better than place sometimes, than home, than destination. Sometimes she can eke out the idea that wandering is possibility, chance, serendipity–he might be there, that place she didn’t think to look, hadn’t worked...

zoom lens effect,” in which the focus is entirely on oneself, to the exclusion of external considerations.

Chance, you’ve gone past something you couldn’t afford to go past; your time, your youth, you’ve passed it. It’s all you had and you’ve had it.

I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world all that I didn’t do....

In the balance of love and loss, it was love that made me struggle to… Breathe.

I thought maybe we mourned not only for the dead but also for the living. We felt their absence before we knew for sure they were gone.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

I won the vote but shunned the soft parade[…]I won every battle and lost the war”(Geronimo)