“Maybe we lost the things we loved then so we could survive losing everything else.”
“I think we lost something else when we lost that crisp rhythm, some general shared belief that we could count on certain things.”
“Why is it that when we lose something big, we begin to lose everything else along with it?”
“We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.”
“We have lost, being born, as much as we shall lose dying: Everything!”
“We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything's over, we feel as though we have lost everything.”