#Loss

"When those you love die, the best you can do is honor their spirit for as long as you live. You make a commitment that you're going to take whatever lesson that person or animal was trying to teach you, and you make it true in your own life... it's a positive way to keep their spirit alive in the world, by keeping it alive in yourself."

"I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him."

"Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you."

"Long before we even lose our lives, we lose our souls. Tragic but true. Some carry on—willing to make the sacrifices, putting what is perceived as important before anything else. Some tread into the dark—wasting moments of grace, letting themselves suffer from their own decisions or the other’s domination. Some continue to love, give too much, and not leave even a little love for themselves."

"...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath."

"Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears."

"The rejection that we all take and the sadness and the aggravation and the loss of jobs and all of the things that we live through in our lives, without a sense of humor, I don't know how people make it."

"Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering."

"...you're either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church."

"O world, world when I was younger I thought there was some order governing you and your deeds. But now you seem to be a labyrinth of errors, a frightful desert, a den of wild beasts, a game in which men move in circles…a stony field, a meadow full of serpents, a flowering but barren orchard, a spring of cares, a river of tears, a sea of suffering, a vain hope."

"Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air."

"I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out."

"And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone."

"One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else."

"Be patient. Your skin took a while to deteriorate. Give it some time to reflect a calmer inner state. As one of my friends states on his Facebook profile: "The true Losers in Life, are not those who Try and Fail, but those who Fail to Try."

"My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today."

"In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this.I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away.I can't say goodbye."

"You see how I tryTo reach with wordsWhat matters mostAnd how I fail."

"How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable?"

"Here’s what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief steals from those left behind."