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Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Stichwörter: loss loneliness yearning

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

Cormac McCarthy

Stichwörter: past man world nature loss environment wonder fish creation earth allegory brooks destruction glens maps mystery parable trout

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

William Shakespeare

Stichwörter: words loss sadness sorrow mourning grief bereavement

What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?

Mahatma Gandhi

Stichwörter: politics liberty society war democracy loss totalitarianism fascism

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

Emily Brontë

Stichwörter: love loss

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

Arthur Golden

Stichwörter: loss death

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

Jodi Picoult

Stichwörter: loss death sisters

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Jodi Picoult

Stichwörter: love loss death heart mourning bereavement casket funeral

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

John Irving

Stichwörter: loss death grief