#loss

It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you've accepted that someone is out of your life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you've lost that person all over again. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#loss #life

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending. ↗

— Deb Caletti

#feel #loss #pain #rejection #sad

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#life #loss #resurrection #life

He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#loss #parenting #life

There is an hour, a minute - you will remember it forever - when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong. You don't know - can't know - that it is the first of a series of "wrongful" events that will culminate in the utter devastation of your life as you have known it. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#grief #loss #life

...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#heartbreak #loss #sadness #life

He lost his Self a thousand times and for days on end he dwelt in non-being. But although the paths took him away from Self, in the end they always led back to it. Although Siddhartha fled from the Self a thousand times, dwelt in nothing, dwelt in animal and stone, the return was inevitable; the hour was inevitable when he would again find himself in sunshine or in moonlight, in shadow or in rain, and was again Self and Siddhartha, again felt the torment of the onerous life cycle. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#personhood #life

Losses do that. One life-loss can infect the whole of a life. Like a rash that wears through our days, our sight becomes peppered with black voids. Now everywhere we look, we only see all that isn’t: holes, lack, deficiency. ↗

— Ann Voskamp

#life #loss #life

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#life-lessons #loss #life

Lest when I am gone you may be at a loss for an epitaph for me, let me give you one - He Fed Fevers. ↗

— Robert James Graves

#epitaph #fed #fevers #give #gone