Quotes About Loss

Private Hott is with God now—or wherever people go after they die," says Enoch "You can call me Brother" Root. "What kind of an attitude is that!? Course he's with God. Jesus Christ! 'Wherever they go when they die.' What kind of a chaplain are you?

We are all in trouble.... with a bunch of dead people.

Death itself was always quick, Raphael reflected, staring off at the distant horizon. It is the survivors who feel pain the longest.

it was more likely that they would lose consciousness from the gee forces first—a relatively painless way to go.

What about: I got Jack and shit and Jack left town.

My brother,' Mortin says as Leidan shuffles away. 'So much potential, wasted.' He takes a swig of beer. I wonder whose potential he really thinks is wasted. I look through his upturned drink at the walls and ceiling. Things look sadder when glimpsed through alcohol.

Well, my dad died when I was three." Shoot. That's right. Some of us have actual things to complain about.

They're sort of ancillary anyway, friends. I mean, they're important— everybody knows that; the TV tells you so—but they come and go. You lose one friend, you pick up another. All you have to do is talk to people, and this was back when I could talk to anybody.

I woke up one morning to discover I had lost my religous faith, as if it were a suitcase left behind in a distant airport.

And yet now, after all these years, I find that it doesn't matter whether I filmed it or not, because we lose our children not once but over and over again. That loss, I can feel it now, yesterday, tomorrow, every minute, and I promise you, I do.

So how do you feel about it?" "I'm not upset, but my mom was crying and it's the first time I've ever seen her cry. Dad always wanted whiskey poured on his grave, so my brother said, 'I just hope he doesn't mind me filtering it through my bladder first.'" Mystery

Now here was an American tragedy, and as sorry as she felt for Kim, who had lost both a husband and a child, there was a part of her that was secretly thrilled. Of all the people Kim might have told, she had chosen Amina.

We complain and complain in the villages, and then take us out and it's all we can talk about. Aren't people that way everywhere: Amina said. I mean, when they lose something?

And yet in the short space of half an hour all of life had changed, lost its color, its vividness, its whole meaning. No, she reflected, it wasn't that that had happened. Life about her, apparently, went on exactly as before.

You can't know how in this pale life of mine I am all the time seeing the bright pictures of that other that I once thought I was glad to be free of … It's like an ache, a pain that never ceases…

World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--

You remember the footprint All that is forgotten you remember from eternity You remember the footprint which filled with death As the myrmidon approached. You remember the child's trembling lips As they had to learn their farewell to their mother. You remember the mother's hands which scooped out a grave For the child which had starved at her breast. You remember the mindless words That a bride spoke into the air to her dead bridegroom.

Always there where children die stone and star and so many dreams become homeless.

The Woman Who Forgot Everything But in old age all drifts in blurred immensities. The little things fly off and up like bees. You forgot all the words and forgot the object too; And reached your enemy a hand where roses and nettles grew.

Our bodies continue to lament With their mutilated music.

The American dream was not supposed to look like this, and when men went off the war, too often other men came in the night to the bedroom at the back of the long, narrow trailers. In fact, I had lived there and had gone off to war, and someone took of my place in the bed and took of my young wife. But that was few wars ago, and so much has happened since , that the only lingering bitterness left is that the bastard also took my dog.

Hollis said to Banks, "Once I bombed only politically approved targets. We lost the war.

Because, as we used to say in the NYPD: A single death is a tragedy; multiple deaths are a sanitation problem.

A single death is a tragedy; multiple deaths are a sanitation problem.