Loss Quotes - Page 16

I loved her in spite of myself. I loved her immeasurably.
Infinitely. And I feared that love as much as I feared my own fury at the
world.

What I would give right now, to feel nothing.

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?

The only way past the pain is through it. Pain, grief, anger, misery...they don't go away-they just increase and compound and get worse. You have to live through them, acknowledge them. You have to give your pain its due.

At one point, she said after a while, at one point we thought we might raise silkworms in one of the empty rooms. But then we never did. Oh, for the countless things one fails to do!

The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.

I am told many children block out the memory of trauma. In fact, the healing process can only truly begin when we are willing to remember.

She was brave from excess of grief

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.

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.

...when the pain subsides the grief remains.

Pain is pain...Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less.

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 from your anguish, or you'd go crazy. It was the psychological equivalent to fainting when physical pain became overbearing.

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.

I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin - if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

Suffering is one of life's great teachers.

I still want to feel you against me.” Her gaze dropped to his hands. “I want you to stay with me. Hold me. Just tonight. If I lose you again tomorrow then it will still be worth it. I will lose you a hundred times, if you would but hold me in your arms each time before my loss.” She saw his eyes water, but no tears emerged...

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.