Loss Quotes - Page 5

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

I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I'd be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came crashing down and that was it for the rest of the day. Sunlight was reproof. Shouldn't I feel better than I had in the dead of night.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.

Saving You

The darkness takes him over,
the sickness pulls him in;
his eyes - a blown out candle,
I wish to go with him.

Sometimes I see a flicker -
a light that shone from them;
I hold him to me tightly,
before he's gone again.

It's a time of sorrow and sadness when we lose a loss of life.

To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought...?

Not only had my brother disappeared, but-and bear with me here-a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.

No matter how much he talked, she never answered him, but he knew she was still there. He knew it was like the soldiers he had read about. They would have an arm or a leg blown off, and for days, even weeks after it happened, they could still feel the arm itching, the leg itching, the mother calling.

You can't just make me different and then leave

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

...what happens when you return
and find nothing
but a hollowed shell,
shingles and floor,
walls and echoes
and the light that lead you here
has now burned out
and the ones who built it
have traveled afar
and you cant go to them,
no matter what shoes you wear.

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.

No popularity exists when tragedy strikes. All that's left are human hearts and love and ache. We all love each other, deep down, and when we see another soul in pain we can't help but hurt too.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

What had happened still seemed implausible. A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.

And thus we all are nighing
The truth we fear to know:
Death will end our crying
For friends that come and go.

Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that can happen. But that’s a lie. The worst thing is to be alive for no reason.