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“Never sever ties with a family member you once loved. Each of you might be on different spiritual paths, but both trails are leading you home.”

“From personal experience, I know for sure that the number one thing that saddens the dead more than our grief — is not being conscious of their existence around us. They do want you to talk to them as if they were still in a physical body. They do want you to play their favorite music, keep their pictures out, and continue living as if they never went away. However, time and "corruption" have blurred the lines between the living and the dead, between man and Nature, and between the physical and the etheric. There was a time when man could communicate with animals, plants, the ether, and the dead. To do so requires one to access higher levels of consciousness, and this knowledge has been hidden from us. Why? Because then the plants would tell us how to cure ourselves. The animals would show us their feelings, and the dead would tell us that good acts do matter. In all, we would come to know that we are all one. And most importantly, we would be alerted of threats and opportunities, good and evil, truth vs. fiction. We would have eyes working for humanity from every angle, and this threatens "the corrupt". Secret societies exist to hide these truths, and to make sure lies are preserved from generation to generation.”

“Without hope we fail to exist.”

“God whispered, "You endured a lot. For that I am truly sorry, but grateful. I needed you to struggle to help so many. Through that process you would grow into who you have now become. Didn't you know that I gave all my struggles to my favorite children? One only needs to look at the struggles given to your older brother Jesus to know how important you have been to me.”

“Lazarus,” he says, his face fierce, “nothing actually goes. It transforms, but transmutation isn’t actually lost or gone at all. You were you before you had a body, and you will still be you when you no longer have one. A caterpillar might become a butterfly—and a human might become a spirit—but it is still the same essence. It has simply been transformed.”

“The mindset of loss of a loved one is to understand that the loss will never be undone. You must live with it, like it or not. But, to live well, you must turn that loss into something positive. That way, you can become the best version of yourself; scarred, flawed and unstoppable”

“She didn't say so aloud, but True thought that maybe all the things she started to forget as the days passed by were only a dream away. She believed that maybe with her photo near her head, it would attract her memories of her mother like a wish to a well. That if she were lucky enough, every night those photos would make the memories of her mother that much harder to forget.”

“But Crispin had had three souls in Jad's creation to live with and love, and all three were gone. Was the knowledge of other losses to assuage his own? Sometimes, half asleep at night in the house, a wine flask empty by his bed, he would lie in the dark and think he heard breathing, a voice, one of the girls crying aloud in her dreams in the next room.”

“Death simply is. It steals your breath and leaves you for another, giving you not a second thought. Like an absent father, like an emotionless lover, Death does not discriminate its victims, neither loving nor hating. And yet those left alive remain, never quite finding the lost pieces of their souls that Death casually snags along the way.”

“PAIN. The pain doesn't elevate, it shrivels. Far from improving us, it weakens us. It does not lead to sublime thoughts, it condemns people to no longer think at all. Pain is not an ennobling privilege, quite a knocking down scourge. LA DOULEUR. " La douleur n’élève pas, elle ratatine. Loin de nous améliorer, elle nous amenuise. Elle ne conduit pas à des pensées sublimes, elle condamne à ne plus penser du tout. La douleur n’a rien d’un privilège qui ennoblit, tout d’un fléau qui fout à terre. " ( Journal d'un amour perdu - 2019 - Éric-Emmanuel Schmitt )”

“We always tell ourselves that the people we love will be around forever, until one day—they aren’t anymore. And I know you’re missing them right now. That it feels like a visceral ache, deep within a part of yourself you did not know existed until the day you lost them. So today, I hope you remember that they live on within you, not just in your heart—but in the way you infuse their care and kindness into everything you do. In the way you take risks, knowing that tomorrow is not promised In the way you so courageously stay open to new possibilities, even when you feel like you simply can’t keep going. In the way you continue to love so fiercely and purely, despite knowing the terror and grief of loss. I hope you remember that even when you lose someone you love, the love you shared lives on. Their love is always with you. They are still with you.”

“The smell of flowers was overwhelming, and it reminded me of walking into a flower shop to pick the perfect bouquet when my gran died. It wasn’t a good memory, and the smell was intoxicating. My heart broke while looking at the beautiful variations of flowers and smelling the sweet nectar. It was a terrible mix. The beauty, the nature, the colors, and the smell—all laced with grief. And what I could never comprehend was that flowers were for every occasion. You get them when you’re in love and when it’s your birthday; you can get them with a new job or a raise. And how is it supposed to make you feel when all you can remember is the smell of heartbreak, and it takes you back to that space in time? It doesn’t feel like a celebration of anything, but more like torture. Torture of the mind and soul.”

“When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus. Then your focus directs you: you go back to that – again and again. Choose a new rudder: Look forward now – and focus on your passion with joyful anticipation. Then your passion will fill the empty space of your loss...and where you land up will amaze you!”

“When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus. Then your focus directs you: you go back to that – again and again. Look forward now – and focus on your passions with joyful anticipation. Then your passion will fill the gap of your loss...and where you land us will amaze you!”

“The way he said it spoke of an ache I recognized. I knew that no matter how similar they were, no two losses were the same, but despite his loss being from a different circumstance, I felt his sadness as my own. We sat there in silence with my hand resting in his. My bandage told its own stories while we remembered the girl who taught Randolf such a valuable lesson about the small turning into the large.”

“There are little things nobody warns you about when you’re waiting your turn to die: how you’ll miss a heavy homemade quilt, stitched just right, covering two bodies; how you’ll wait for evening light to fall on the painted walls of a shared bedroom; how you’ll hear the song of finches and a woman’s voice cluster in your head long after they’re gone; how you’ll remember the taste of Southern honest-to-God good cooking shared between two bowls and two plates and two sets of spoons, forks, and knives; how you’ll forget the way the air smells when there’s nothing but love pouring out your lungs because there’s no one left to breathe in all that love.”