#loss

The circumstances of our lives are pieces of a larger scheme in the puzzle of life, and in His Perfect Wisdom, the pieces fit. ↗

— Renae Jones

#cancer #circumstances #death #dying #faith

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly! ↗

— Roman Payne

#death #dying #life #loss #love

...until that moment I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#loss #strangers #life

When I talk about unrequited love, most of you probably think about romantic love, but there are many other kinds of love that are not adequately returned, if they are returned at all. An angry adolescent may not love her mother back as her mother loves her; an abusive father doesn't return the innocent open love of his young child. But grief is the ultimate unrequieted love. However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels... ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#love #unrequited-love #love

Creative Artists Agency put together a project of extraordinary mediocrity and colossal stupidity. Otherwise, it was great. ↗

— Mikhail Baryshnikov

#artists #colossal #creative #extraordinary #great

Every loss of life is terrible. ↗

— George H. W. Bush

#life #loss #terrible

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. ↗

— Hilaire Belloc

#falls #life #loss #possession #shadow

The age I'm at now, you go from being a young girl to suddenly you blossom into a woman. You ripen, you know? And then you start to rot. ↗

— Liv Tyler

#being #blossom #girl #go #i

Laws on killing, even God's demands, didn't allow for peace. Not always. There'd still be pain; missing that child would break her parents' hearts. But what Helen knew, what she'd seen in those woods, would be too much for them, for everybody. ↗

— Alan Heathcock

#justice-without-mercy #loss-of-faith #retribution #revenge #the-big-peace

Maybe awful things is how God speaks to us, Vernon thought, trudging up the lightless tunnel. Maybe folks don’t trust in good things no more. Maybe awful things is all God’s got to remind us he’s alive. Maybe war is God come to life in men. Vernon pushed on toward the light of day. He stepped out onto the ledge and into the heat, and it felt like leaving a theater after the matinee had shown a sad film, the glare of sunshine after the darkness far too real to suffer. ↗

— Alan Heathcock

#bleak #christian-behavior #loss-of-faith #misery #no-redemption