Top 100 Her Loss Quotes
#1. She was obviously devastated by her loss. But not so devastated that she did not find the energy to utterly vanquish Diane.
Nancy Goldstone
#2. I don't dare touch her. Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is watching it replay anew in someone else
all the awful stages picking up like a chorus that has to be sung.
Lauren DeStefano
#3. As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss.
Robert J. Wiersema
#4. It seemed to her that almost any pain was sympathetic to her loss and she inserted herself immediately into the concept of fantastic suffering.
Louise Erdrich
#5. Harper Lee was my David Bowie, and I feel her loss in my bones.
Margaret Stohl
#6. An Australian swimmer who failed to win a gold medal is blaming her loss on social media. In her defense, it is really hard to tweet when you're swimming.
Conan O'Brien
#7. I am determined to avenge her, to make her loss unforgettable, and I can only do that by winning and thereby making myself unforgettable.
Suzanne Collins
#9. I was definitely a tomboy. My mother liked to dress me differently, but it was her loss when I came home with mud in my hair every day. I've always been more comfortable with guys; I don't know why.
Troian Bellisario
#10. Sorry for her loss. And he had hugged her. Like he knew what she was holding inside, this secret grief that had hardened where her hidden love once lay.
Hugh Howey
#11. Her loss had left her lost. Loss? Such a misnomer. Nothing was lost. Something was taken. She felt robbed, like someone had broken into her life and stolen her valuables. It wasn't a loss. It was a theft. And she knew she would never get it back.
Tiffany Reisz
#12. Living does mean accepting the loss of one joy after another, not even joys in her case, mere possibilities of improvement.
Vladimir Nabokov
#13. A woman in Charlotte approached me and said that she's tired of the dysfunction in my novels. I told her I was sorry, but that is how the world has presented itself to me throughout my life.
Pat Conroy
#14. I wanted her to see that the only life worth living is a life full of love; that loss is always part of the equation; that love and loss conjoined are the best opportunity we get to live fully, to be our strongest, our most compassionate, our most graceful selves.
Pam Houston
#15. More tears rushed from the depths of her tortured soul ... The losses piled up.
Karen Kingsbury
#16. Your Honour, unless your Honour, without a moment's loss of time, makes sail for the nearest shore, this is a doomed ship, and her name is the Coffin!
Charles Dickens
#17. I am so sorry for you, Leslie.' She said it like she really meant it. But not like she was completely surprised. 'And for him. Because he's lost you now.' This last part undid me. Despite her cruel criticism of me over the years, from where she sat, I was anyone and everyone's prize.
Leslie Morgan Steiner
#18. Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the night.
Michael Ondaatje
#19. A woman, even a prude, is not long at a loss, however dire her plight. She would seen always to have in hand the fig leaf our Mother Eve bequeathed to her.
Honore De Balzac
#20. Well, she sure don't hold the deed on grief and loss, son. We all been mussed and mauled by bad times. But that girl's done gone and shut down. I met gray people with more personality." She tapped her temple with a finger. "I'm beginning to suspect there ain't nobody home.
Jonathan Maberry
#21. But the only thing worse than remembering the feel of Rose in his arms, the softness of her black and white feathers, the sound of her voice when she sang quietly to herself, would be forgetting it.
Melissa Grey
#22. It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained melancholy, took the shadowy form of the same unanswered question, something that had been there since she was sixteen years old - her mother's unspoken secret.
Kate Morton
#23. Meg Ryan is a beautiful and courageous woman. I grieve the loss of her companionship but I've not lost the friendship. We talk all the time and that was what our connection was about. She has a wonderful mind and we just like a chat.
Russell Crowe
#24. For a hunter, her shields were surprisingly weak, as if she somehow still saw innocence in the world.
Then she will kill you. She will make you mortal.
Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him?
Nalini Singh
#25. I am so saddened by the loss of our dear friend, Bonnie Franklin. She was just full of light and love. Bonnie will be very much missed by all the people she touched with her love.
Mackenzie Phillips
#26. Rachel found herself wishing that the week would never end-that her father could stay here forever-but knew he couldn't. If there was one thing she had learned in her brief time at Kalaupapa, it was that all things end.
Alan Brennert
#27. Connie could make her feel slow and bovine; the way she'd suddenly snap her head around and bark a question that would leave Margie fumbling for an answer.
Liane Moriarty
#28. The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out at it, 'Why did you take her? You, surrounded by all of your twinkling stars and infinite wonders and darkness. There's already enough beauty where you are.
Rachael Wade
#29. Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
Honore De Balzac
#30. The loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable - that one false step involves in her endless ruin - that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful - and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behavior towards the undeserving of the opposite sex.
Jane Austen
#31. Her self-reflection was no reflection at all. It was a shattered mirror. Something she had to piece together, over and over again. Memory by memory. Loss by loss. Wolf by wolf.
Ryan Graudin
#32. But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, Majella!
Helen Hunt Jackson
#33. Fortune recently took away her mother, but your love will mean that she will only grieve over her mother's loss but not suffer for it.
Seneca.
#34. But she's still afraid that the more she misses him
his face, his skin, the way he looked at her
and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.
Julianna Baggott
#35. That loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable-- that one false step involves her in endless ruin-- that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful-- and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behavior towards the undeserving of the opposite sex." ~Mary Bennett, P&P
Jane Austen
#36. And she[Aphrodite]mourned Nerites' loss not because Nerites was her paramour but because she was her mentor.It was, strangely enough,poor Nerites who had taught her all she had known about sex & love until then. For how was a young Goddess, who was born from a cockle, to know about such things?
Nicholas Chong
#39. I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort of feeling. Like she's someone I lost.
C. Robert Cargill
#40. It seemed as if the longer she lived, the more was taken from her. Not gradually, as old age fell into the inevitable, but lobbed off in great chunks, the healthy branches sacrificed along with the frail.
Shelley Noble
#41. Mother Nature is relentless and forward. When we do not live according to her laws she rewards us with disease.
Nancy S. Mure
#42. Later, her first intense, serious love affair, yes then she'd lost something more tangible, if undefinable: her heart? her independence? her control of, definition of, self? That first true loss, the furious bafflement of it. And never again quite so assured, confident.
Joyce Carol Oates
#43. And her eyes filled with heavy, regretful tears, yet she did not quite know for what she was weeping. She only knew that some great sense of loss, some great sense of incompleteness possessed her, and she let the tears trickle down her face, wiping them off one by one with her finger.
Radclyffe Hall
#44. Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd, Let darkness keep her raven gloss: Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss, To dance with death, to beat the ground. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H.
Cassandra Clare
#45. Nature lies, disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart,- Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart.
Goodale Sisters
#46. Just her, just him. Just as it should be; no loss of life beyond their own, no soul stained but hers. It would take a monster to destroy a monster. If
Sarah J. Maas
#47. She
was afraid of getting too close to anyone. To her, closeness represented
a loss rather than a gain.
Mitsuyo Kakuta
#48. even now, the building raised a conflicting set of emotions in her: memories of pain and loss, but also of healing and discovery.
Stephen Lloyd Jones
#49. Dieting is long-haul. Many rapid weight loss programs actually only squeeze the water out of you. Just like a wet sponge. But a good dieter maintains his or her grip on that sponge, not letting it soak up water again.
Owen Jones
#50. Don't love anyone that much when you loss him/her, you feel you loss the reason to live your life.
Minesh Shakya
#51. She's a dead loss. Has no idea what she wants to do with her life. She's so insipid, she's almost invisible.
Melina Marchetta
#52. None of my issues have included memory loss or unconscious actions," she said.
Thomas squinted back at her. "If they had, how would you know it?"
Molly frowned. "Valid point.
Jim Butcher
#53. How had I deserved to be so blessed by such confessions? - how had I deserved to be so cursed with the removal of my beloved in the hour of her making them, But upon this subject I cannot bear to dilate.
Edgar Allan Poe
#54. If I wanted to kill you..."She slowly lifted off him until she was completely free.Her entire body tensed,mourning the loss of him filling her,but..."I'd do this,"she murmured as she shimmied down his body,bringing her mouth over his hardness.
Katie Reus
#55. The woman who respects the needs of her body will junk the junk food.
Jane Fonda
#56. In front of him stood the woman of his dreams, giving him one last chance to kiss her.
Reason didn't stand a chance.
Tan Redding
#57. She knew nothing of the massacre that went on around her, but when she released the wail of a broken hearted mother, one man heard her. The one who took her son's life.
Elizabeth Bourgeret
#58. Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.
Dennis Lehane
#59. Children of the mentally ill learn early on how not to be a bother, especially if they grew up with neglect. As my sister insisted once, when she was in severe pain after injuring her ankle, 'This isn't me! This is not who I am!
Mira Bartok
#60. Was it courage that made her take the last step, or weakness? Was it loss that walked her to the edge, or a search for freedom?
Scot Gardner
#61. I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.
Haruki Murakami
#62. What was wrong with her? Why did things like this keep happening to her? Love wasn't supposed to hurt, yet it felt like all she knew when it came to love was pain. Every time she opened her heart, she just got burned. Or, in this case, frozen. And she was getting sick and tired of it.
Elizabeth Rudnick
#63. In those long-ago days I saw a daughter with a disability. Now I see a beautiful, engaging person with a different ability, one that has blessed her with extra gifts and special perceptions.
Lee Woodruff
#64. (Her husband's departure ... ) had picked Mildred up by the hair and dropped her down at the doorstep of insanity.
From Butterfly on F street
Edward P. Jones
#65. What it has meant to stay alive when my daughter did not. What it has meant to suffer a heartbeat after carrying the weight and form of her inside my body, wedged just beneath that fist-shaped muscle.
Lidia Yuknavitch
#66. Shiloh had become far too used to it; for all that she paid him no mind, the moment his sharp fangs pierced the skin on the inside of her thigh, her head lolled back against the seat and she closed her eyes. The feeling was still delectable even now.
Elaine White
#67. Melly is the only woman friend I ever had," she thought forlornly, "the only woman except Mother who really loved me. She's like Mother, too. Everyone who knew her has clung to her skirts.
Margaret Mitchell
#68. Funny how an absence can feel like a presence, like that space practically glows with her outline and make me notice how she's not here.
Joan Steinau Lester
#69. When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.
Simone De Beauvoir
#70. Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn't care who was cut in the process.
Katherine McIntyre
#71. The unmarried woman seldom escapes a widowhood of the spirit. There is sure to be some one, parent, brother, sister, friend, more comfortable to her than the day, with whom her life is so entwined that the wrench of parting leaves a torn void never entirely healed or filled ...
Charlotte Mary Yonge
#72. The spiritual and the physical had been blended in us with a perfection that must remain incomprehensible to the matter-of-fact, crude, standard-brained youngsters of today.
Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine.
Long before we met we had had the same dreams.
Vladimir Nabokov
#73. When I was a child I had a best friend who lived across the road from me. When her mother died unexpectedly it was like losing a member of my own family. I think I am still affected by the memory of that loss.
Margaret Mahy
#74. She felt damned. As though she were marching to her death. She felt like had been sentenced. And yet she felt eerily free.
Tan Redding
#75. Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.
Jane Austen
#76. Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy, said Catarina Loss, her voice gentle. They
Cassandra Clare
#77. It began with the Christmas tree lights. They were candy-bright, mouth-size. She wanted to feel the lightness of them on her tongue, the spark on her tastebuds. Without him life was so dark, and all the holiday debris only made it worse. She promised herself she wouldn't bite down.
Kirsty Logan
#78. She was grieving the loss of her youth, the closing down of possibilities as life became what it was rather than what it might have been.
Kimberley Freeman
#79. As we reflect back upon the tragic loss of Challenger and her brave crew of heroes who were aboard that fateful day, I am reminded that they truly represented the best of us, as they climbed aloft on a plume of propellant gasses, reaching for the stars, to inspire us who were Earthbound.
Buzz Aldrin
#80. She had a sense of longing and loss that she had never had before. It was as if her family history had been erased and they'd been left unmemorable.She imagined that Rachel's family must have similar feelings, but she did not try to share these thoughts with Rachel.
Denny Taylor
#81. Although her heart had been dead for years, she clasped her hands over her breast to protect what rested underneath.
Montgomery Mahaffey
#82. After all the shit they'd gone through - the pain, the loss, the heartache, the straight up evil brutality that made them question everything they'd thought to be true and had nearly driven them apart for good - he knew he'd do anything for her. Steal anything, kill anyone, be anyone.
Madeline Sheehan
#83. Each loss had been devastating in its own ways and had changed her life.
Rachel Gibson
#84. If she dis her letter opener into her brandy, she can stab him in the neck. It will be a race to see whether he dies of the poison or the blood loss.
Kendare Blake
#85. All the same, it strikes me as unfair that I still have to defend myself against her moral judgements. My continuing need for her approbation is pathetic. Twice now I have stopped myself on the street to remonstrate with her, a crazy old coot talking to himself.
Mordecai Richler
#86. A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#87. After she was gone, I sheathed her sword at my belt, draped her cloak over my shoulders, carried her heart in my arms, and, somehow, went on.
Marie Lu
#88. When I wear her clothes, I just feel safer, like she's whispering in my ear.
Jandy Nelson
#89. You might be the scariest girl I've ever met," he told her.
"Let's not be dramatic," she said drily. "I'm the only girl you can remember ever meeting.
Sherry Thomas
#90. Despite his intent, tears sprang to his eyes, and he went into her embrace, both of them sobbing freely, like enemies joined by a common loss or lovers about to be parted. Or else souls who could not remember whether they were lovers or enemies and were weeping at their own confusion.
Clive Barker
#91. The people beneath the pendulum were in their own orbits of bliss or grief, which Shawna did not want to invade. Instead she made her way upstairs, reading the inscriptions that caught her eye, moved by the sheer accumulation of loss. Grief-fiti. That's what it was.
Armistead Maupin
#92. I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.
Cheryl Strayed
#93. I look at western literature and especially North American literature, and I feel like it gets bogged down so much with all of that, with domestic stories and relationships and a woman dealing with the loss of her husband.
Miguel Syjuco
#94. While struggling with all the loss in her life, she mournfully thought, "If only I could forget ... " But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? However, she did with most; she never got too close and she never stayed too long, but there she was ... struggling with all the loss in her life.
Donna Lynn Hope
#95. That the loss of a man, even if he had been the love of her life, was not the end of a woman's existence.
Sherry Thomas
#96. Death stared at her. He'd never before experienced an unsatisfied customer. He was at a loss. Finally he gave up. BEGONE, YOU BLACK AND MIDNIGHT HAG, he said. The
Terry Pratchett
#97. He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with no tear ducts. But now, at last, he was. He was crying tears of blood. For her.
Phillip W. Simpson
#98. She wasn't sure if she even needed him anymore and the thought made her sad. In consolation, she offered him a kind smile and reached for his dependable hand.
Tan Redding
#99. The tragedy of her death was not that it made one, now and then and very intensely, unhappy. It was that it made her unreal; and us solemn, and self-conscious. We were made to act parts that we did not feel; to fumble for words that we did not know. It obscured, it dulled.
Virginia Woolf
#100. Plainly, she is quite besotted by him, ... a girl, a young girl, and she is falling in love for the first time in her life ... little Kitty Howard at a loss, stumbling in her speech, blushing like a rose, thinking of someone else and not herself is to see a girl become a woman.
Philippa Gregory
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