She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?
Sage SteadmanTag: loss hope grief hopelessness
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
Tag: love poetry loss death mourning poem grief
One foot in front of the other, more aimless than direct, Bradford left the waiting room for the outside world. Called for a taxi and then dialed Munroe again, desperate for her voice, for one ray of light in the darkness, afraid of what he might say if she did answer, afraid of himself and the inner deadening that pointed to a danger far more lethal than any rage he'd felt.
Taylor StevensTag: pain rage loss darkness light danger dead emotion waiting hospital lethal aimlessness one-step-at-a-time
I miss you with the very edge of my skin.
It winces in absence,
a giant muscle contracting.
I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.
Cheryl StrayedWatch people when they win, and you will learn something. But watch them when they lose, and you will learn even more.
Pang-Mei Natasha ChangTag: success people loss mindset
In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn’t mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt.
Ruth McLeod-KearnsTag: love family loss death fiction flowers sad drama short-story cemetery sister carnations
You're absolved," I tell him.
He brings his eyes back up to mine. There's no fucking way he knows what that word means. That's a word I dream someone will say to me.
So I put it in his language. "You're free.
Tag: freedom loss letting-go friendship-and-love
One month flies by when you're falling love with the woman you're using for sex. Two is an eternity when the woman you love leaves you.
Christina LaurenHeavy is the head that holds the pen of creation. We construct these characters from nothing, molding them from our imaginations. We give them hopes and dreams and unique personalities until they feel so real you’re mind believes it must be so. We watch them grow by our hands, not always knowing the paths they will choose with the obstacles we throw at them. They take on a life of their own and often surprise even us by their actions we couldn’t have imagined before it poured out of us onto the paper. We could change it if we really wanted to, but it would be forced and not be true to the characters. And when something tragic happens and one is lost, we feel that loss even though we know they were not a friend, a family member or even ourselves. It can be a hard thing to voice sometimes, to give tribute to the one’s left behind with the real sadness over something not so real. But we find the words and press on to the next challenge, because that's what good writers do.
Jennifer A. MarshTag: writers loss characters fiction fictional-characters
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