There’s solace in the thought that I will never finish missing her.

But the only thing worse than remembering the feel of Rose in his arms, the softness of her black and white feathers, the sound of her voice when she sang quietly to herself, would be...

Funny how an absence can feel like a presence, like that space practically glows with her outline and make me notice how she’s not here.

Here’s what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief steals from those left behind.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn’t know what was at stake to lose, you...

I often wondered after David’s death: Had they known something then? Did their very souls recognize each other? Did Jacob, closer to God than anyone else I knew, somehow sense this was the last time...

The air felt different in my lungs. The world no longer looked the same. You change and then you change again. You become a dog, a bird, a plant that always leans to the left....

Noli me tangere,noli me legere,noli me videre,noli me

I’m not going anywhere,” she told me that night. But until we are old ladies–a cypress age, a Sawtooth age–I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of...

Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right...

Don’t make loss in your life make you a loser.

Sunlight’s warmth on my face awoke me in the morning. I didn’t remember falling asleep or how I came to be in my own bed. But I did recall nightmares. Awful nightmares featuring Gwen.I turned...

I’m trying to decide what’s worse. Someone being gone, but still out there, or someone being gone forever, dead. I think someone being gone, but still out there, might be worse. Then there’s always the...

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way,but what I reject is more numerous,denser, more demanding than before.A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable loss.

I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong.

And the terrible thing, the terrible thing is, but the good thing too, the saving grace, is that if something happened to one of us–excuse me for saying this–but if something happened to one of...

Tomorrow camewith the illusion of todayeven more fleeting than yesterdayit camelike it always comesand wentlike it’s always gonelike a favorite song in its final secondsTomorrow came and leftleaving nothingnothing…but a familiarlingeringsense of loss behind.

There’s 6.5 billion people curled up like fists protesting death, but every breath we take has to be given back; a nine year old boy taught me that.

In your experiment on life and love, I was the price you paid…and the one whom you hurt…I was your lab rat and you injected me with rejection o see how you’d fair, but the...

I whisper over to myself the way of loss, the names of the dead. One by one, we lose our loved ones, our friends, our powers of work and pleasure, our landmarks, the days of...

She heard him mutter, ‘Can you take away this grief?”I’m sorry,’ she replied. ‘Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears...

These stories, I realized, were lost. Nobody was going to know that part of the city but as a place where a bomb went off. The bomb was going to become the story of this...

Respect your needs and limitations as you work through your grief and begin to heal

I work so hard for profits because my dreams are expensive.

Love is circumstantial; we can love anyone if need be; and losing the one we love is the singular catastrophe. Time does not heal it. Every present moment yearns for even the roughest past.

I think it was C.S. Lewis that asked, ‘Do not most people simply drift away?’. I’ve always been a reader and for the longest time that stuck with me because I was at war with...

You can’t replace people you love with other people…But you can trust that you’re not going to run out of people to love.

All of us lost something. Some of us lost everything.

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room

There she comes” – and that is dying.

He lost his Self a thousand times and for days on end he dwelt in non-being. But although the paths took him away from Self, in the end they always led back to it. Although...

Live a life abundant in love and rich in spirit, these are the seeds of a fulfilling existence. Be the safe harbor you seek in the world. Follow your dreams, not your fear. Go into...

It is wonderful, awesome and merrywise to see satan lose the battle to us in fear and panic and shame! Our victory is in Christ Jesus!

WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning...

Death is only final when you know you’re not going to see them again!

The fairest things have fleetest end,Their scent survives their close:But the rose’s scent is bitternessTo her who loved the rose.

My mom was there to answer the unanswerable, to make sense of the fault in our life – and we got through that somehow; we came out on the other side. Now I’m 0 for...

Unfortunately, as anyone who has lived through a tragedy knows, life does, rather infuriatingly, go on.

How we take it for granted – those trivial conversations; those mundane moments that we think hold no meaning. We never realise how much we rely on the ordinariness of everyday life. When love is...

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.

Standing on the edge with my patients — abiding with them — means that I must harbor a true awareness that I, too, could lose my child through the play of circumstance over which I...

I’m concerned about a better world. I’m concerned about justice; I’m concerned about brotherhood; I’m concerned about truth. And when one is concerned about that, he can never advocate violence. For through violence you may...

Mad – empty – crazy – lost – dying… I was all of these things and nothing as well, because even though I breathed and moved, I was not alive.

Yes, I’ve lost him. But I don’t have to lose myself.

Since you’ve been gone, Piper, I’ve become as bad with the sighing as Mom. Sometimes it’s the part of a sob that I jsut can’t hold back. Sometimes the sigh’s more like blowing out birthday...

Najtragičniji oblik gubitka nije gubitak sigurnosti, nego gubitak sposobnosti da zamislimo kako bi život mogao biti drugačiji.

Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.

How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys....