“Someone told me just recently that poets are eulogists. It's their job, to eulogize. I didn't know that, but it makes sense. Because in almost every poem of mine there is a loss.” KnowsJobsLossMinesPoetMake Sense Author:Dan Quisenberry
“Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-children's will be. But we learn to live with that love.” WayChildrenParentLosesHurtLossLove IsLaughingMinesEdgesFadesTimbreEverything Is Illuminated Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.” BelieveHandsEyeHateI BelieveLossFateDogMissingMinesCatNosesGrievingContemptTailsFoe Author:William Watson
“A favorite science fiction writer of mine is William Faulkner! It was an idea that came to me once, years ago, and I've never quite been able to shake it. This is facetious, on one level at least. There are telepaths in As I Lay Dying. But I think the most compelling thing for me is there are moments with him where I just feel these are not humans talking to each other. These are some hyper-intelligent, yet-to-be-born organisms. The way they look at the past without having any loss of knowledge everything that ever happened is still here.” ThinkingWayFeelsYearsHumansLooksStillsIdeasMomentsAblePastBornLossLevelsFictionTalkingHappenedDyingMinesYears AgoIntelligentScience FictionLaysShakesCompellingOrganismsNever QuitFiction WritersHyperFacetious Author:Robert Reed
“He who never thinks of anything as 'mine' does not feel the lack of anything: he is never worried by a sense of loss.” ThinkingFeelsDoeLossMinesWorried Author:Gautama Buddha
“Now that mine is almost over, I can say that the one thing that struck me most about life is the capacity for change. One day you're a person and the next day they tell you you're a dog. At first it's hard to bear, but after a while you learn not to look at it as a loss. There's even a moment when it becomes exhilarating to realize just how little needs to stay the same for you to continue the effort they call, for lack of a better word, being human.” NeedsFirstsHumansLooksLittlesPersonsI CanHardMomentsLife IsNextRealizingLossEffortOne ThingDogMinesBearsOne DayCapacityBeing HumanNext DayExhilaratingAlmost Over Book:The History of Love: A Novel Source: The History of Love: A Novel
“We carry on. We have ourselves and we carry on- in spite of our losses and mistakes and women, I think, have more than most. We are good secret-keepers. We can tie weights to out guilt and passions, and hatred and deceitfulness, and let them sink down, so that you'd never know they existed at all. But we know. I can count all mine.” ThinkingKnowsI CanPassionLossSecretMistakeMinesHatredWeightGuiltTiesSpiteKeepers Book:Oystercatchers Source: Oystercatchers
“Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.” WayYearsChildrenAbleNightParentRealizingLosesHurtLossSleepLove IsGriefMorningLaughingSadnessMinesPureHusbandEdgesGhostGrievingBreakfastFadesReplacedGrandchildrenWidowsGood NightUnwaveringGreat GrandchildrenTimbre Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“All my life they had made choices for me, and I had resented it. Now the choice was mine, and once it was made, I would have no right to blame anyone else for the consequences. Loss of that privilege, to blame others, unexpectedly stung.” MadeChoicesLossResponsibilityMinesConsequenceBlamePrivilege Book:A Conspiracy of Kings Source: A Conspiracy of Kings
“Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.” FeelsShouldHeartArtStatesLossMinesMy HeartDrawsBonesFleshTheeBlissLinksWoeRibsParadise Lost Book 9Paradise Lost Book 1 Author:John Milton
“I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.” HumansLittlesLongEnoughRunningLossGriefCuttingConditionsCryMinesWeaknessMourningHuman Condition Book:Iris and Ruby: A Novel Source: Iris and Ruby: A Novel