#loss

There is a widespread sense of loss here, if not always of God, then at least of meaning. ↗

— Charles Taylor

#loss #meaning #age

People gave you a hard time about being a kid at twelve. They didn't want to give you Halloween candy anymore. They said things like, "If this was the Middle Ages, you'd be married and you'd own a farm with a million chickens on it." They were trying to kick you out of childhood. Once you were gone, there was no going back, so you had to hold on as long as you could. Marika was beckoning from the other side. ↗

— Heather O'Neill

#loss #age

That we need help is easy to see every time we walk down the street. The experts confirm what the obscured view in front of us tells us. They estimate that 64% of adults in the United States are obese and that this percentage is growing. Even our children are being affected, as nearly every one in three American children under the age of 18 is overweight. ↗

— Jeff Schweitzer

#lose-weight #overweight #weight-loss #age

Listen, Harper. I realize how hard this is for you." A flash of anger heats up in my chest. She doesn't understand. She can't. If she did, she'd leave me alone instead of trying to force me to talk about this. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#grief #loss #anger

Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn’t remember now. But it was true. They were born dying. If they were very lucky, the dying was called aging. They reached toward if as if they were satellites in unstable orbits. And then when they got there, they were just dead. One moment in time separated the living from the ghosts. ↗

— Michelle Sagara West

#death #guilt #loss #silence #age

Did I miss the denial, anger, and bargaining phases, or did you leap straight to depression? ↗

— Kat Lowe

#depression #humor #loss #anger

I can never relax. Not even when I have the time to. I am always jumping, always searching. I can't remember the last time something touched my heart. It is like some wall enters a room before me. I cry out of the misery that happens to someone who is unfeeling and uncaring. Out of anger and at the loss of being able to feel untouched happiness or astounding pain. So many times I have looked into the mirror and screamed,"WHAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT! ↗

— Geeta Masurekar- from 'Here is how it happened'

#feeling #happiness #loss #time #time-flies

The art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#letting-go #loss #art

For it is now to us itself ancient; and yet its maker was telling of things already old and weighted with regret, and he expended his art in making keen that touch upon the heart which sorrows have that are both poignant and remote. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#beowulf #loss #poignant #regret #sorrow

So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness... Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their lives are fleeting. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#loss #love #relationships #beauty