Quotes About Loss

Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not … but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not Ã¢â'¬Â¦ but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories.

Una montaña de cuerpos se alzaba delante de ellos, inmóviles cadáveres con muecas de dolor. La ropa que llevaban y la tierra revuelta a su alrededor estaban empapadas de sangre. Los hombres asesinados yacían sobre las mujeres a las que habían tratado de proteger, las madres aún llevaban a sus hijos en brazos, y los amantes que habían intentado escudarse mutuamente descansaban en el frío abrazo de la muerte.

stripped me of reason, which is a living death.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will then or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories.

Nothing is more dangerous than an enemy with nothing to lose, he thought. Which is what I have become.

Gone. Gone! GONE! Blackness. Emptiness.

Die Lieder der Toten sind die Wehklagen der Lebenden.

Every time you leave, I feel as if less of you returns to me.

The power escapes me

Eragon had not been close friends with Byrd, but he had known him to be a good man, honest and steadfast, and he remembered Byrd's wife, Felda, and their children with some fondness, for Garrow, Roran, and Eragon had eaten and slept in their house on several occasions. Byrd's death, then, struck Eragon as being particularly cruel, and he felt the watchman's family deserved justice

they cannot be as painful as losing my home and my father was.

When humans arrived in Alagaësia, they too were added to this elite order. After many years of peace, the monstrous and warlike Urgals killed the dragon of a young human Rider named Galbatorix. Driven mad by the loss and by his elders' refusal to provide him with another dragon, Galbatorix set out to topple the Riders.

Only thing is, a soldier threw a pitcher and hit him on the temple. Killed him instantly.

Now Eragon was free. No more would he and Saphira have to dodge soldiers, avoid towns, or hide who they were. It was a bittersweet realization, for the cost had been the loss of his entire world.

He had lost much that was dear to him, yet fate had given him rare and great gifts; for the first time, he was proud of simply who he was

It was the worst of things: loss utter and complete, without a chance of restoration.

the hilltop, Roran halted and crossed his arms. Before him lay the remains of his childhood home. A corner of the house still stood—crumbling and charred—but the rest had been flattened and was already covered with grass and weeds. Nothing could be seen

Los cantos de los muertos son el lamento de los vivos.

Too often we don't appreciate the value of something until it has slipped our grasp.

Il canto dei morti è il pianto dei vivi.

My dinosaurs weren't even in their graves for three hours before someone rolled their rocks away. Maybe it was a lot easier for a bunch of angels to get a million dinosaurs to heaven than it was to get the saver of the whole world there, but I wished they'd given me a couple more hours.

That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.