...she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk's bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her futile heart seeping out over her chest and arms and legs, flooding across the rough wooden floor, down the narrow wooden stairs and out into the old soil of the garden. No roses, no, she does not even ask to make roses, just dissolution; most any night she asks just for that.
Michelle LatiolaisMots clés loss sadness grief emptiness oblivion lost-love grieving emotional-pain
For all her culture's attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else's body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart...she doesn't want another body, she wants the body she loved, the forceps scar across his cheek that she traced with her hand, his penis, its elegant sweep to the side, the preternaturally soft skin. One wants what one has loved, not the idea of love.
Michelle LatiolaisMots clés loss sadness loneliness mourning grief longing lost-love
She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need.
Michelle LatiolaisMots clés loss sadness coping lost-love cocktail-hour drinking-your-troubles-away happy-hour
There will always be a part of you that misses her. You'll see something that reminds you of her and want to tell her about it, only to realize she's not there anymore. Then you'll feel her loss all over again. (Ravyn)
You're not helping me, Ravyn. (Jack)
I know, buddy. But you will eventually make peace with yourself, and that's the most important thing. Eventually, you'll even be able to smile again when you think about her. (Ravyn)
Mots clés love loss death death-of-a-loved-one missing-someone always-thinking
I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not suicidal if that's what's freaking you out. I'm not fucked up in the head. I'm not deranged. I'm not suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. I'm just a brother who loved his sister more than life itself, so I get a little intense when I think about her.
Colleen HooverMots clés love loss brother-and-sister
Some losses never heal you just learn to carry the burden and shed a tear every now and then
Tina GayleMots clés loss grief sadness-loneliness
Funny how an absence can feel like a presence, like that space practically glows with her outline and make me notice how she's not here.
Joan Steinau LesterMots clés loss friendships
ما قد يبدو لك خسارة قد يكون هو بالتحديد الشيء الذي سبصبح فيما بعد مسؤولا عن إتمام أعظم إنجازات حياتك
أحلام مستغانميMots clés life loss life-lessons achievements
The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss.
OtsuichiMots clés love loss death insight epiphany
He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés beauty loss memories tranquility touching dreamy
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