I see you in the grass,Running through the snow,But where you have gone,I cannot go.

I was twenty-two, the same age she was when she’d been pregnant with me. She was going to leave my life at the same moment that I came into hers, I thought. For some reason...

My life is now divided into two periods: With June and After June. I can’t wrap my mind around the idea of it.

Now the son whose father’s existance in this world is historical and speculative even before the son has entered it in a bad way. All his life he carries before him the idol of a...

Now he understood. After a while, pain simply stopped. It was as though your mind was able to create a firewall beyond which it would not let you venture. You had to have a break...

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....

According to Melanie Klein, we develop moral responses in reaction to questions of survivability. My wager is that Klein is right about that, even as she thwarts her own insight by insisting that it is...

I am falling in love with falling out of love

As a species, tragedy dwells within us all. We push it to the back of our thoughts, but it is never so far gone that it cannot return, crashing and writhing into our souls: a...

I didn’t have enough other people in my life to cover the loss of this many people at once. I didn’t have spare aunties or cousins or grandparents. I didn’t have backup. I didn’t have...

the loss is transformative, in good ways and bad, a tangle of change that cannot be threaded into the usual narrative spools…It’s not an emergence from the cocoon, but a tree growing around an obstruction.

When a dreamer loses his lover, his dream profits. (Unless, of course, the lover was the dreamer’s dream.)

Haymitch isn’t thinking of arenas, but something else. “Johanna’s back in the hospital.”I assumed Johanna was fine, had passed her exam, but simply wasn’t assigned to a sharp shooters’ unit. She’s wicked with a throwing...

When you go through a traumatic event, there’s a lot of shame that comes with that. A lot of loss of self-esteem. That can become debilitating.

She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling...

The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.

And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding instinct to protect myself against loss are potent forces.

Grief is a good thing. It’s the way we get through the transitions of life.

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our...

When I talk about unrequited love, most of you probably think about romantic love, but there are many other kinds of love that are not adequately returned, if they are returned at all. An angry...

There is a difference between saying goodbye and letting go. Goodbye is not permanent. You can meet years later as old friends and share what happened in your life. You can smile and laugh about...

Gone. and it was completely. Everyone I’d every known, every place I’d ever been. My Mother. My father. Rebecca. Out of site. Out of mind.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked...

Sometimes, there was no getting over it. Sometimes, you lived with the empty place inside of you until you imploded on it, loss as singularity, or until the empty place expanded and hollowed out the...

Sometimes the pain is a startling breach that hobbles your entire soul; dreadful losses that rupture your perceived reality. Pain so visceral and unrelenting that even death itself can begin to look like a welcomed...

A dark shadow rose from the depth of the watercourse. Forced to crawl out of the oceans rolling waves, it struggled against the pull of the undertow. Rising, it moved further up the white sandy...

The pain of your loss will return. Less, but still considerable. I know you’ve worked hard to release it, but it can still take hold of you. I will help you sing away the fury,...

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we’ll never...

I didn’t feel like I was stealing someone’s husband; I felt like they were already apart.

Shine in any season of your life!Head on with confidence in your life’s pilgrim!In deep faith, countless hope and unconditional love blessed by the Almighty.Newness of each rising day, bringing forth colourful sunsets.Enkindle your soul...

Here the whole world (stars, water, air,And field, and forest, as they wereReflected in a single mind)Like cast off clothes was left behindIn ashes, yet with hopes that she,Re-born from holy poverty,In lenten lands, hereafter...

Whatever you have lost there are more of, just not yours.

…this is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash.

And then she realized that after that Christmas party, she didn’t really lose anything, except respect for everyone.

He couldn’t count them all. Nobody taught him how to count past ten. Such losses were beyond his comprehension.

As the song goes, ‘You are lost and gone forever, oh my darling, Valentine.'”[…]I’m listening to someone give up. Someone I knew. Someone I liked.I’m listening. But still, I’m too late.

Blessed are the organized, for they will gain everything that they’ll never lose.

He was out to get back everything he’d lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever.

The intense roller coaster of emotions will gradually lesson over time. But there is no timeframe for the grieving process, and it will not be rushed, no matter how fast you’d like to “get over...