Quotes About Loss

they were missing each other so much that all topics seemed to lead back to their separation and loss.

I can see clearly now, my brain is gone. Lucy

That meant that not only must I cathect myself to the entitled white protagonist but then mourn for the loss of his precious childhood as if it were my own in overrated classics like Catcher in the Rye.

Lloyd felt as though he had just lost the woman he loved more than everyone else on earth

Quid est, Catulle? quid moraris emori? [...]

Journeying over many seas & through many countries I came dear brother to this pitiful leave-taking The last gestures by your graveside The futility of words over your quiet ashes. Life cleft us from each other Pointlessly depriving brother of brother Accept then, our parents' custom These offerings, this leave-taking Echoing forever, brother, through a brother's tears

POOR Catullus, 'tis time you should cease your folly, and account as lost what you see is lost.

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Anyway, it doesn't matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can't control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that.

Often when we realize how precious those seconds are, it's too late for them to be captured because the moment has passed. We realize too late.

Anyway, it doesn't matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can't control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that.

It's too late," she said, her voice trembling. "You are not the beautiful innocent vagabond walking toward me under the dogwood blossoms, with his trunks and his head full of worthless notions. And I am not the beloved, cherished ladies' maid...

My Tom died as babies do, gently and without complaint. Because they have been such a little time with us, they seem to hold to life but weakly.

does he have self-mastery to take a loss, stay cool in defeat, and try again undaunted? Those are the qualities of a great racehorse and a great gentleman

My life, this is," she said. "I know every mark on this and how it came there. I know the heft of every blessed knife in here. And now I'm to turn me back and walk away with nothing.

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Margaret, are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?

It is the blight man was born for,It is Margaret you mourn for.

Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? My duty all ended,Who have watched his mold of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome,Pining, pining.

It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.

Wat weg is, ben je kwijt.

The death of a friend is equivalent to the loss of a limb.

A great war leaves the country with three armies — an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.

They didn't really have a childhood. Just them and Mom and then her liver went and she died and it was just them. Except they never learned to be grown-ups. And they never learned to be just kids, either. Stuck in never-never land. Kinda sad.