All Quotes By Tag: Loss

“It wasn’t just the loss of people I had known but also the loss of myself. The loss of who I had been when I had been with them.”

“Part of love is preparing for death. You feel confirmed in your love when she dies. You got it right. This is part of it all.”

“(Her husband’s departure …) had picked Mildred up by the hair and dropped her down at the doorstep of insanity.From “Butterfly on F street”

“How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again?”

“’Better to have loved and lost,’ my ass.Anyone parroting that little platitude had obviously never lost anyone of consequence.”

“Love doesn’t always curl your toes sometimes it takes a bite right out of your soul.”

“The old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the easy ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy … a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work of ‘solving Amy’. When I’d hold up the bloody stumps, she’d sigh and turn to her secret mental notebooks on which she tallied all my deficiencies, forever noting disappointments, frailties, shortcomings.”

“What’s the difference?” You ask meThe difference is, a smile touches my lipsWhen I remember both the memory of you entering my lifeAnd the memory of you leaving my life”

“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal theloss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us – that’ssnatched right out of our hands – even if we are left completelychanged, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue toplay out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to theend of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails offbehind. 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 candisappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And aswe live our lives we discover – drawing toward us the thin threadsattached to each – what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried tobring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing themcloser, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their livesare fleeting.”

“I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.”

“He pondered his turmoil, wondering which he feared most—losing his father or being alone in the world. Both were inevitable. Neither could be stopped or slowed down. All he could do now was brace for impact.”

“It’s like everyone has their own little recipe for happiness, but no one really seems all that happy.”

“Happiness isn’t something you work toward, the same way misery isn’t something you work toward.”

“See, you’ve got to understand, son. There’s two types of guys in this world. There’s guys . . . who think they’re in control, and guys like us who live in the moment. Who accept life as it is.”

“I gave up drinking before my twentieth birthday. I haven’t touched the stuff since. And I’ve discovered that not everyone who does horrible things is a horrible person.”