I’m in self-imposed exile, cradled between split branches, in my favorite tree in the woods behind school. I’ve been coming here every day at lunch, hiding out until the bell rings, whittling words into the...

It is a world completely rotten with wealth, power, senility, indifference, puritanism and mental hygiene, poverty and waste, technological futility and aimless violence, and yet I cannot help but feel it has about it something...

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she’s gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never,...

You get all these friends when just when you don’t need friends anymore.

I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my pastwas my life.

it is a sad truth in life that when someone has lost a loved one, friends sometimes avoid the person, just when the presence of friends is most needed.

Time can’t be found, only lost.

The guy who broke up with me… he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They’re all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can’t...

WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE’S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT’S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.

When you break up with someone, and I’m not talking casual breakups here, it’s hard to take the sudden absence of such an important person in your life. It reminded me of when I’d stopped...

You are always going to love him, she said ” You’re stuck with that.

Somehow the thought she might be next wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the realization he was gone.

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you...

You’ve left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

I am not, anymore, a Christian, but I am lifted and opened by any space with prayer inside it. I didn’t know why I was going, today, to stand in the long cool darkness of...

Sometimes words just arent enough. Sometimes it’s easier to magically lose yourself in the memories long past, the ones you so selfishly took for granted. And sadly sometimes that’s the only way to keep those...

When you lose a friend or a lover, those who remain in your life gain (more of your attention).

Dare I tell them that since I came here to danceI have been giving pieces of my body awayTo ridiculous diets,To repeated injuries,To Remington?And that maybeI thinkWith each bit of my bodyI lose a little...

My insides feel like they are crumbling like a towering JENGA game. I lose.

Every choice is a loss. The past is not where you left it.

Sarah shifted on the bench. I worried she was winding up to say something, that Sky would start humming now, that the fright spring-coiled inside me would break loose. Then I remembered the widow dress...

And when she at last came out, her eyes were dry. Her parents stared up from their silent breakfast at her. They both started to rise but she put a hand out, stopped them. ‘I...

everything that is scatteredcomes together in wordseverything that is lostcomes back in poetry.

If everything else were still the same, he’d have felt Zee’s absence like a gaping hole. But if he could continue to reconfigure his entire life, there would be no missing place where Zee had...

In other words, I was a moderately happy penguin who was occasionally attacked by sadness.

amen”.

You don’t have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can’t you see how stupid that is?

Destroy me. Take pity and send me on my way.

Avevo appena scoperto l’orribile notizia che ogni essere umano scopre un giorno o l’altro: quello che ami, tu lo perderai.

Sometimes I hear the world discussed as the realm of men. This is not my experience. I have watched men fall to the ground like leaves. They were swept up as memories, and burned. History...

Everything changed…even the things we didn’t want to.

Zaznał pełnych litości spojrzeń, zająknień, współczującego kiwania głową, doświadczył niby to solidarnych męskich uścisków i niby to kamrackich walnięć w bark. Nasłuchał się apeli, by się trzymał i był twardym. Powodujących, że od razu miękł...

There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.

It was too perfect to last,’ so I am tempted to say of our marriage. But it can be meant in two ways. It may be grimly pessimistic – as if God no sooner saw...

And that’s what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don’t want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.

His consolation was that at least he had known her as the world had not, and the pain of living without her was no more than a penalty he paid for the privilege of having...

Þæs ofereode, þisses sƿa mæg.

There was nothing to see in the room, but his brain pulled multiple vivid memories to the forefront of his mind. Entering the house as husband and wife, with Angela holding onto his arm. The...

His name was Theo.

Perhaps, this is what love has always been, whether it is for a woman of for a cause — the readiness to give and not ask for anything in return, the unquestioning willingness to lose...

Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can’t seem to manage anything when I’m living.

I began to feel that nature itself was nurturing me, reminding me that life still offered beauty and calm, and that I was also made out of these elements.

I listen to the rain talk to the leaves. She tells a story of love and leaving (isn’t that always the story? Isn’t that always the punchline?) She tells it softly like someone who has...

The lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.

You can’t undo loss. You can’t unmake a mistake. (What The Hell Have You Done, Sophie Roth?)

O world, world when I was younger I thought there was some order governing you and your deeds. But now you seem to be a labyrinth of errors, a frightful desert, a den of wild...

I never used to realize it, I guess. I try and play it along and just not make trouble for people. Probably I never would have had any trouble at all if I hadn’t run...

She had never understood either of the men she had loved and so she had lost them both. Now, she had a fumbling knowledge that, had she ever understood Ashley, she would never have loved...