God is great! In times of pain, He gives power. In times of sickness, He provides healing and after a loss, He is able to restore what was lost.

Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.

Tohru Honda: It must’ve been very painful, Akito…being told the day you were born, you were going die. It must’ve been so painful.
Akito Sohma: What

What is now dust will not return,
not the beloveds
nor their breath,
nor the sugar-crumbling glaciers,
nor the crows chewing
on their own soured song,
nor all the species
slashed
down
in one smogged swoop.

Don’t be afraid of change. You may end up losing something good, but you’ll probably end up gaining something so much better.

Merc Tech: We lost the God’s Eye.
Jakande: WHAT! SHIT!

the gods seldom
give
but so quickly
take.

you are
yesterday’s
bouquet so sadly
raided.

The war. Here I was a virgin. Could you imagine getting your ass blown off for the sake of history before you even knew what a woman was? Or owned an automobile? What would I be protecting? Somebody else. Somebody else who didn’t give a shit about me. Dying in a war never stopped wars from happening.

SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED HIM — I’LL KILL HER!

If that happened, it would be the end of the world.

Kyo Sohma: Anyway, when you’re the Cat, this sort of stuff isn’t easy to answer. People ask what my plans for the future are and

Kyo Sohma: If I’m going to lose her anyway, I won’t hold back. I’ll hurt her so badly that she’ll never forgive me. So badly

Strange. It’s been an entire year and still it’s hard to believe she’s gone.

My parents… Never came to see me at the hospital after that. And likewise, I never went back to my parents again. Just like that…

Back then, when she abandoned me, when she threw me away everything lost its color. I thought that everything was over.

Mia: How do you say goodbye to your only brother?
Dom: You don’t.

I said goodbye again
sucking up all that was left of her into the
little that was left of me.
I said, don’t look for me again. fuck it.
we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.

one day Manuel returned to the place, and
she was gone –
no argument, no note, just
gone, all her clothes
all her stuff, and
Manuel sat by the window and looked out
and didn’t make his job
the next day or the
next day or
the day after, he
didn’t phone in, he
lost his job, got a
ticket for parking, smoked
four hundred and sixty cigarettes, got
picked up for common drunk, bailed
out, went
to court and pleaded
guilty.

when the rent was up he
moved from Beacon street, he
left the cat and went to live with
his brother and
they’d get drunk
every night
and talk about how
terrible
life was.

Manuel never again smoked
long slim cigars
because Shirley always said
how
handsome he looked
when he did.

We ignite not in the light, but in lack thereof,
For it is in loss that we truly learn to love.
In this chaos, we will discover clarity.
In suffering, we must find solidarity.

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

I got the blues. I got the blues. That dog loved and trusted me and I let it walk away.

And the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

You know, doctor, wisdom comes at a hell of an hour — when youth is gone, the storm is over and the girls have gone home.

eleven months.

now she’s gone
gone as they go.

What They Want

Vallejo writing about
loneliness while starving to
death;
Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a
whore;
Rimbaud running off to Africa
to look for gold and finding
an incurable case of syphilis;
Beethoven gone deaf;
Pound dragged through the streets
in a cage;
Chatterton taking rat poison;
Hemingway’s brains dropping into
the orange juice;
Pascal cutting his wrists
in the bathtub;
Artaud locked up with the mad;
Dostoevsky stood up against a wall;
Crane jumping into a boat propeller;
Lorca shot in the road by Spanish
troops;
Berryman jumping off a bridge;
Burroughs shooting his wife;
Mailer knifing his.
– that’s what they want:
a God damned show
a lit billboard
in the middle of hell.
that’s what they want,
that bunch of
dull
inarticulate
safe
dreary
admirers of
carnivals.

Sometimes there’s nothing to say about death.

I already know that this world doesn’t always give you the chance to apologize before losing someone.

God might have taken something from you now but he will never leave you empty handed.

There are so many things I can never get back. So much pain. So many tears. So, so much. I’ve had things stolen from me. I’ve been hurt. It feels so unbelievably unfair. I can never, ever forgive her. But even so… I’m tired of always looking down and missing what’s important.

things begin to lose their
natural value
as they near
human
endeavor.

nothing against
Beethoven:

he did fine
for what he
was

but I wouldn’t want
him
on my rug
with one leg
over his head
while
he was
licking
his balls.

A weak man becomes strong when he realizes he has nothing left to lose.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s losing. If there are two things I hate, then it’s losing and getting cancer.

And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

You have to start over. That’s what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really starting over. More like continuing without.

I still think that maybe the “afterlife” is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled.

This is the truth about things: If you take something that isn’t yours, it will never belong to you. You can try to hold on to it, but somehow, it will slip through your fingers. If something wasn’t meant to be yours, it won’t be. No matter what you do to keep it, you will lose it.

‘Closure’ is the word used for a loss that’s not acknowledged – and the habit this causes, physically and mentally, for anybody who is participating in that.

We all lose somebody we care about and want to find some comforting way of dealing with it, something that will give us a little closure, a little peace.

The Englishman who has lost his fortune is said to have died of a broken heart.

No Englishman is ever fairly beaten.