Do you need anything?" she asks. A mom A dad. Someone. Anyone. Can you arrange for that? "Nah, I'm good.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,but a tiny core of stillness in the heartlike the eye of a violet.

The rare opportunity to exist, no matter how brief, is worth the pain left in the wake of its disappearance.

Blazing? Droplets of thoughts can soothe it all. Don't feel depleted. Bask in the residue. That remains!

The fullness of life's balancing grace will demand the symmetry of recompense for all your loss and pain.

and it is hard to let go, to imagine alternatives, but you are bold with unknowing, you are ready to explore.

Maybe is wasn't love so much as a fear of losing everything I'd accomplished. I was afraid to let go.

A tie is a win for more than one person. But a tie is also a loss equally shared by two or more people.


When a dreamer loses his lover, his dream profits. (Unless, of course, the lover was the dreamer's dream.)

There cannot be love without loss, just like there cannot be happiness without sadness, or light without dark.

Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?

But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.

Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.