losing-someone

By acknowledging my impermanence, I can consider if there is anything I can do now to help my loved ones who will be left behind cope with losing me and to facilitate healing.

I'm always losing things.

Pressing my head to his heart, I listened hard, straining to hear any gurgle or murmur of life. Hearing nothing, I felt the shock settle into my mind, slowing it down and then turning it off."Don't leave me, Noah. Please, don't go," I whispered into the darkness as the light spray of rain touched my face.If only I could turn back time.I would tell him yes.

The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

Blessings Are Immeasurable"You can lose A child Or a parent,The love of your life,A good job,A game,A deal,A bet,An idea,Your favorite thing,Money,Your best friend,A moment,An opportunity,A chance,Your keys,Your mind,Your health,Your identity,Your virginity,Your religion,Your shirt,Your license,ID or Passport, Phone or phone number,Hope,Faith,Luck,Your pride,Or your house,And feel like You've lost everything,And keep on losing. Stop Counting your losses,And start counting your Blessings. Only then will you discover That losses are always easier to point out and count Than blessings. And that your blessings will always outnumber Your losses, For they are truly Immeasurable.It is only normal thatPeople count losses with Their minds,And ignoreTo count blessingsWith the graciousnessOf their hearts.

What is worse losing love or never finding it at all?

If you really want to do something,you will.If not now, Eventually.

A person does not have to be beautiful for you to find them beautiful. That's what love is all about.

True love leaves no room for insecurities.

Love was indeed a big responsibility. One must use the word judiciously. One cannot love one day and take away love the next day. It is total caring.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

Maybe love and pain are synonyms.

If I lie to you, it's either because I'm scared of you or scared of losing you.

It's strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss who you were to them. The way everything you said and did was beautiful or entertaining or important. How much you mattered.