#loss

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

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands, the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly! ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #carpe-diem #dying #holding-hands #laughter

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself. ↗

— Robin McKinley

#grief #heartbreak #loss #sorrow #beauty

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#loss #love #poem #poetry #beauty