Gifts of grace come to all of us. But we must be ready to see and willing to receive these gifts. It will require a kind of sacrifice, the sacrifice of believing that, however painful our losses, life can still be good — good in a different way then before, but nevertheless good. I will never recover from my loss and I will never got over missing the ones I lost. But I still cherish life. . . . I will always want the ones I lost back again. I long for them with all my soul. But I still celebrate the life I have found because they are gone. I have lost, but I have also gained. I lost the world I loved, but I gained a deeper awareness of grace. That grace has enabled me to clarify my purpose in life and rediscover the wonder of the present moment.
Gerald L. SittserTag: loss faith grace mourning grief
There are a million ways to lose someone you love.
Tammara WebberTag: love loss heartbreak
A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.
R.J. GonzalesTag: loss sadness death tragedy sad miscarriage birth-complications loss-of-a-baby
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Tag: loss song longing ents entwives
The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.
Suzanne CollinsWhat can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?
Erich SegalTag: opening-lines loss first-lines eulogy
Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.
John GreenTag: loss change revelation grief
It's being without him that I'll never get used to.
Christopher BuechelerTag: love loss grief bereavement
I could kill you a thousand times over Abraham, but we would never be even. You took everything I had.
Christopher BuechelerTag: love murder hate loss death vampires regret
Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead.
"Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.
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