I have seen enough, too, to know that it is not always the youngest and best who are spared to those that love them; but this should give us comfort rather than sorrow, for Heaven is just, and such things teach us impressively that there is a far brighter world than this, and that the passage to it is speedy.

Charles Dickens

Mots clés loss heaven

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It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.

Annie Proulx

Mots clés loss grief bereavement

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Mots clés loss yearning grief

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Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

Jodi Picoult

Mots clés life loss life-lessons

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It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you've accepted that someone is out of your life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you've lost that person all over again.

Rachel Hawkins

Mots clés loss grief

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The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss—you have gone and lost something else. But the body moves toward health. The mind, too, in steps. One step at a time. Ask a mother who has just lost a child, How many children do you have? "Four," she will say, "—three," and years later, "Three," she will say, "—four.

Amy Hempel

Mots clés loss grief

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There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.

D.H. Lawrence

Mots clés loss stillness depression quotes poems

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As I child, I came to this idea with a horrified fascination. Once upon a time, I wasn’t here. Before that, my parents weren’t here. And before that…

John Burnside

Mots clés family loss

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What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

Vikram Seth

Mots clés life love loss

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If he closed his eyes he could dwell in the circuit of air that had once held her, he could hold his breath and be inside her again, within the close and burning borders of her- she stood here, washed her hair in this sink, wrote upon this wall, ate roasted chicken at this table. There was no place he could enter where she had not also been, her echoes hanging in the air like pages hung to dry. No place that did not suppurate in her absence, which was not ringed with the light of her old selves, like film burned with a cigarette.

Catherynne M. Valente

Mots clés loss memory

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