Loss Of A Child Quotes

“Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Freak

“The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.”
― Rob Liano

“I find,' he says, his voice still muffled, 'that I am constantly wondering where he is. Where he has gone. It is like a wheel ceaselessly turning at the back of my mind. Whatever I am doing, wherever I am, I am thinking: Where is he, where is he? He can't have just vanished. He must be somewhere. All I have to do is find him. I look for him everywhere, in every street, in every crowd, in every audience. That's what I am doing, when I look out at them all: I try to find him, or a version of him.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet

“Loss is only temporary when you believe in God!”
― Latoya Alston

“Any woman who’d ever lost a child knew of the hollowness that remained within the soul.”
― Brittainy C. Cherry, Disgrace

“Memories saturate my heart and
 the story of you spills from my eyes.

         ­­—Grace Andren”
― Grace Andren, Speaking In Tears: The Poetry In Grief

“Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

“The world was selfish, unjust. How could so many undeserving people be given the opportunity to raise children they didn’t even want while so many worthy individuals didn’t get the chance?”
― Brittainy C. Cherry, Disgrace

“We're just ruined by sex, women---our bodies, our psyches. We're sexually assaulted every five minutes. We're infected with everything. Traumatized by conceiving, by not conceiving. But let's keep at it? Like, you've been in a maiming car accident and then you're supposed to want to get back in the car? I mean, what?”
― Catherine Newman, Sandwich

“If we’ve been born once already (which we know we have) why then is it so hard for some to believe that we’ve been born before? The answer to that is nothing other than the information about life one has previously received.”
― Renee Chae, This Thing Called Life: Living Your Ultimate Truth

“That we were all so happy. It seems unimaginable. All that happiness, wrecked.”
― Paula Hawkins, A Slow Fire Burning

“Who could blame her for wanting the baby to be alive? His Irene still cried sometimes about young Billy, and it had been twenty years since he’d drowned as a tot. They’d had five more kids since then, but it was never far away, the sadness.”
― M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans

“You meet grief without introductions”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“In a few weeks her partner will find the box containing the crib in the storeroom, the one she kept nagging at him to put together, and he'll sob so hard that it feels like his ribs will break. For the rest of their lives they will always walk past the display windows of the sports shop and think that there's one bicycle too many in there. A pair of skates too many. A hundred thousand adventures and trees to climb and puddles to jump in too many. A million uneaten ice creams. They will never be woken too early on holiday mornings, never whisper-shout "Quiet!" when they're talking on the phone, never put small gloves on the radiator. The greatest fear, the tiniest human being, will never be theirs.”
― Fredrik Backman, The Winners

“Aku tak ingin menjadi orangtua yang hebat seperti Bapak. Aku hanya ingin menjadi orangtua yang memiliki anak. Cukup sampai situ. Sudah.”
― Valerie Patkar, Serangkai

“It is amazing how much the human spirit can stand of loss and panic. What gives us the courage to go on?”
― Bernice Dietrich, Lady Slippers

“Gabriel Mackie had just celebrated his fourth birthday the first time he visited the whisper room, a windowless enclave with lavender walls brimming with daydreams, obscured from reality. All he knew for certain was that his older brother, Griff, nicknamed Boo, was gone. His bedroom at the end of the long hallway had been transformed into a guest room with ecru lace duvets instead of the blue and white pinstriped spreads covering the twin beds. Vanished were his toy box and New York Yankee American League pennants that had plastered the walls, replaced by paintings of water lilies and wheat fields. A stray tear trickled down Gabe’s cheek when he remembered Boo’s curly blonde hair and how he snorted when he laughed. Silence is deafening and the Mackie household screamed heartbreak.”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“No one is emotionally prepared to have their child predecease them. No one should ever have to experience it.”
― David Putnam, The Ruthless”
― David Putnam

“Grief is best done with a vivid imagination”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“Grief is a courtship with death”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“Grief is the deepest, swiftest river you will drown in”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“In grief, you will be invited to hold hands with death”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“You can not hang up on grief”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“Griever, to cry is expected; to laugh is divine”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“Reach into your sorrow, take hold of grief and dance”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“Loss isn't singular”
― Jane Edberg, The Fine Art of Grieving

“You only have lost a deceased person. A deceased person has lost everything.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Don’t think. Sweep away the words, ideas, images swirling endlessly in the infernal dance of pitiless affliction. Push back the realization of an unspeakable truth for another second. Don’t speak. Don’t move. Hold on to the illusion of purpose for a few seconds. And when those seconds are over, start again, an infinite loop.”
― Barbara Abel, Mothers' Instinct

“When Nyamakeem looked into Sulafa’s anguished face that afternoon, she saw herself. She felt her own heart breaking at the loss of the child, the son of the man who had killed her son. She looked at Sulafa and felt the fire in her heart die.”
― Reem Gaafar, A Mouth Full of Salt

“You can give your child anything.
You can give him his life, even, but not yours.
And you can't give him his life back, once lost.”
― Alexandra Fuller, Fi: A Memoir of My Son