Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

There might be things more terrible even than losing someone you love by death.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

Life doesn't stop after losing someone, but it goes on without them differently.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you

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

I do not know if there is a more dreadful word in the English language than that word "lost."

The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.

This is what you should know about losing someone you love. They do not travel alone. You go with them.

After my mother's death, I began to see her as she had really been.... It was less like losing someone than discovering someone.

I have written a song that says: If you ever lose someone dear to you, never say the words, "They're gone," and they'll come back.

That was the worst part about losing someone-finding a place to store all the thoughts and feelings you'd otherwise share with them.

I shouldn't have to be a liar to make someone love me. I shouldn't be so afraid of losing someone that I'll do anything to make them stay.

If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it's the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.

Reckon it's best if you don't have anyone you care about; then it can't hurt you. Don't have to be afraid of losing someone if you no one to lose.

The idea of losing someone that you love could throw you into a situation where you could not see your future and you really would be living in the past.

I don't feel threatened. You can live your life being scared of losing someone and, at the end of the day, if he is going to leave you, he'll leave you and that's it.

Losing someone we love, or the fear of losing someone we love one day is a difficult experience and we can all relate to it. None of us are an exception to this reality.

I was trying to put myself in the situation of someone that was going through major loss. Losing someone to death or sickness, and having to go through life on your own afterwords.

as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.

I have an internal protectiveness where it's like, if it comes to just me, as frightened as I am of losing someone I love or things going sour or simply being alone, there is a dark place in my brain where I'm like, It could happen and I'm okay, I'm prepared.

I want you," he muttered. "Get rid of him and take me. The only risk is losing someone you don't have anyway. He's not what you need, Ella. I am" "Unbelievable," I said in disgust. "What's unbelievable?" "Your ego. It's surrounded by its own cloud of antimatter. You're a black hole of...of hubris!

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

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