Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

I have no definable history before I was abandoned and taken in by the orphanage in Hong Kong. I truly am a blank sheet. I have been disconnected from my ancestors. I don’t know who...

A funeral is no place for secrets.

The Greatest loss in life is the loss of a mother: The second greatest, the loss of Self.

…losing a friend is like losing a language, and I miss the one we spoke together.

[That wall] might be breached sometime in the future, but for now the only real conversation between them was the roots that had already grown low and deep, under the wall, where they could not...

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

Niggard prefers mistake rather than loss.

It was “Boom Boom” Dupont who had ripped Kit out of the Humvee after the IED went off, the IED that turned the entire undercarriage of his truck into a fiery wall that consumed the...

It seemed as if the longer she lived, the more was taken from her. Not gradually, as old age fell into the inevitable, but lobbed off in great chunks, the healthy branches sacrificed along with...

You don’t just get over it. And it doesn’t make any difference if you’re supposedly a grown-up. It never goes away.

My life’s an open book. Some of the pages are a little ripped, but it’s open.

This you have to understand. There’s only one way to hurt a man who’s lost everything. Give him back something broken.

She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?

Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

Only the debris of wreckage, and not much of that, was left behind by the sharks who fed on tragedy: the fishermen, too, mourned the death of a living child.

Should it happen, that your partner leaves you for someone else with more money. To where later you strike it richer than the person they left you for, and the ex finds out, after losing...

Will you let me go for Christ’s sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?

Even as I hold youI think of you as someone gonefar, far away. Your eyes the colorof pennies in a bowl of dark honeybringing sweet light to someone elseyour black hair slipping through my fingersis...

There is more than one way to lose your life; quickly through violence, or fettered-away and wasted around dreadful, toxic people.

The ritual of our daily lives permeate our very bodies.

The catchers delight in the moment so frozen but soon discover that the nightingale expires, its clear flutelike song diminishes to silence, the trapped moment grows withered and without life.

The pain will always be in you — but you will not always be in pain.

A day doesn’t go by when I don’t look at them, she said. I can’t have them up on the kitchen refrigerator or in a frame in the bedroom–I just can’t do it, I just...

Whatever might be taken from me need not leave me with a deficit in its wake.

Life luscious wet life bereft of death, loss of empty shell minus absent of nothing exploding star cell amoeba sweet algae oxygen, hydrogen flowering in the vacuum ofspace and magnetic motion.

This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doorsMany a frozen night, and merrilyAnswered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:”At Mrs Greenland’s Hawthorn Bush,” said he,”I slept.” None knew which bush. Above the town,Beyond...

She had a sense of longing and loss that she had never had before. It was as if her family history had been erased and they’d been left unmemorable.She imagined that Rachel’s family must have...

With Angela, everything about Damian died. His hopes, his dreams, his emotions. From that day on, Trey watched with regret, and a silent prayer to his sister, who he hoped looked down upon them. He...

If I win her I’ll lose myself, but I’ll have gained more than I’ve lost. This is love.

I believe that our world was created with a sense of order. For every loss, there’s a gain. Sometimes we’re so blinded by the loss that we don’t see the gain, don’t recognize the gift.

Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn’t just sad and slow music. It’s a narration. And through the myriad of morning dew, we are the twinkling stars that fade with the...

You have to do what feels right for you. Do not let anyone influence you otherwise. It is your mind, your heart, and your own internal wisdom that will lead you in the direction you...

Reshuffllng of thoughts – facilitates a refreshed perspective to a mental deadlock!

It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.

Trong một góc lặng của ICU, tôi bắt đầu nghiêm túc suy ngẫm về những điều đau khổ mà tôi đã cố lờ đi trong suốt ngày hôm nay. Sẽ như thế nào nếu tôi...

Vetëm kur na ndodh që e humbasim diçka, e kthejmë kokën pas dhe fillojmë t’ia ndiejmë mungesën.

Go. Go to your beautiful dances, your beautiful ceremonies. And we will bury our dead.

How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable?

If I could show you what’s in my heart; I am very certain that you wouldn’t mind. Letting go and holding on is what I am trying to do, I pray you are not feeling...

You are alone”Rose colored memories drown,taking their last breath.

Nowadays he doesn’t think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the...

Rob; you could have been someone I wanted to be with. But you’re not; you never spoke to Niall, not really. You joked and you danced, but how often did you really talk? You never...

…always-the sharp,plaintive edgeon the rimof the spoonof my giving.(lines 8-13 of the poem ‘Confessions’)

But that’s what love is, isn’t it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this–the absorption of another, the carrying of it–was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated...

You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It’s an absence–a loss of a heartbeat.

I’m so in love with you I can’t stand up.