Loss Quotes

“..I thought it was a little like writing, words freed from the mind, from imagination, free at long last. I did not think this a good recommendation for writing: to compare it to skull stabbing, but perhaps it is a version of that.”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“Right now, I need you, for my sadness has come again And my heart grows flatter – so I’m coming to find You by following your song Keeping on into deep space, past dying stars and Exploding suns, to where at last, little astronaut You sing your heart out at all dark matter. –”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“Live in fragments no more.”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“Grief is not a record of what has been lost but of who has been loved. In the end, we weep not only for the death of someone but for the startling question that faces us: what shall we do with the love we have for the deceased? Where will we put it?”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“At the end, we receive ashes. They are not condensations of being but a reminder that even fire cannot destroy what has been loved. ––”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“I’m presently peeing from the delight from seeing you again).”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“The sky falls. But there are other skies behind it. You just can’t see it at the time.”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“Stories fix us. Stories make us see. Stories remind us how we have failed at love, why we should try harder. Stories teach us when to leave. Stories remind us that we are not alone in our anguish – everyone is a little bit broken, and perhaps better for it.”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time,”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“Maybe that’s all there is to it: language, how we employ it to know someone, or love them more deeply.”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss

“Perhaps this sort of thing drove Oscar Wilde to reflect, ‘Death must be so beautiful; to have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.’ There was a great deal to become yet for all that had been my undoing. ––”
― Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, Loss