Quotes About Loss

Si tú murieras Las estrellas a pesar de su lámpara encendida Perderían el camino ¿Qué sería del universo?

Future generations will learn whether human nature has remained constant—and thus enemies who face only a temporary loss of freedom will prove more, not less, bloodthirsty against both soldier and civilian.

Apparently, losing sixty million for a subsequent general seventy-year peace and the end of nightmarish ideologies was defensible, while losing fifteen to twenty million for a twenty-one-year hiatus was sometimes not.

when we all went to the universities, when we abandoned what made us good & embraced what made us comfortable & secure, we lost something essential, knew we lost it & yet chose to lose.

She let her head fall back upon Marius' knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless; but just when Marius supposed her for ever asleep, she slowly opened her eyes in which the gloomy deepness of death appeared, and said to him with an accent the sweetness on which already seemed to come from another world: And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you. She essayed to smile again and expired.

Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.

Oh! Everything I loved!

Il dort. Quoique le sort fût pour lui bien étrange, Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange. La chose simplement d'elle-même arriva, Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le four s'en va.

He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.

Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.

a mother who loses her child can no longer believe in God

He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail.

A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.

Tu n'es plus là où tu étais, mais tu es partout là où je suis.

All has happened to her that will happen to her. She has felt everything, borne everything, experienced everything, suffered everything, lost everything, mourned everything. She is resigned, with that resignation which resembles indifference, as death resembles sleep. She no longer avoids anything. Let all the clouds fall upon her, and all the ocean sweep over her! What matters it to her? She is a sponge that is soaked.

L'amour n'a point de moyen terme; ou il perd, ou il sauve.

partir,c'est mourir un peu...

Take care of the way in which you turn to the dead. Do not think of that which perishes. Look fixedly, and you will perceive the living light of your beloved dead in heaven.

He was one of those children most deserving of pity, among all, one of those who have father and mother, and who are orphans nevertheless.

They were moments when she was suddenly reminded of her child, and perhaps also of the man she had loved; the breaking of links with the past is a painful thing.

War has frightful beauties which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous features. One of the most surprising is the prompt stripping of the bodies of the dead after the victory. The dawn which follows a battle always rises on naked corpses.

It is a mournful task to break the sombre attachments of the past.

ViaÈ›a este pierderea neîntrerupt? a tot ce iubim.

La vie n'est qu'une longue perte de tout ce qu'on aime.