The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out at it, ‘Why did you take her? You, surrounded by all of your twinkling stars and infinite wonders and darkness. There’s already enough beauty where you are.
Rachael WadeMots clés acceptance loss death denial grief closure
I realized, it is not the time that heals, but what we do within that time that creates positive change.
Diane DettmannMots clés loss widows renewal spouse grief-inspirational
the reverse side of love is unbearable loss.
Susan AbulhawaMots clés love loss love-and-loss
When nothing becomes the vocal
Then nothing becomes the focal
And nothing’s becoming at all
Mots clés loss heart emptiness loss-of-faith kate-kaiser kateofhoboken katie-hahn
...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.
N.K. JemisinMots clés pain loss sorrow tears fury
How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?
Gayle FormanWe carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.
John BanvilleMots clés acceptance loss death sorrow mourning memory grief immortality life-goes-on
You have to understand what you’re missing before you can really feel a loss.
Jodi PicoultMots clés loss
En effet: je mourais déjà. Je venais d'apprendre cette nouvelle horrible que tout humain apprend un jour ou l'autre: ce que tu aimes, tu vas le perdre. "Ce qui t'a été donné te sera repris." Face à la découverte de cette spoliation future, il y a deux attitudes possibles: soit on décide de ne pas s'attacher aux êtres et aux choses, afin de rendre l'amputation moins douloureuse; soit on décide, au contraire, d'aimer d'autant plus les êtres et les choses, d'y mettre le paquet - "puisque nous n'aurons pas beaucoup de temps ensemble, je vais te donner en un an tout l'amour que j'aurais pu te donner en une vie.
Amélie NothombThe train blows through town
delivering reality,
slapping my face and screaming,
“You are alone”
Rose colored memories drown,
taking their last breath.
Mots clés loss sadness death loneliness grief memories depression grieving
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