Quotes About Loss

Hatred is a feeling which leads to the extinction of values.

Soul sells life for the price of heartache.

My heart has cried a deep red grief since you've been gone, pulsing crimson pain.

God! what a light has passed away from earth Since my last look!... How beautiful the yesterday that stood Over me like a rainbow! I am alone. The past is past. I see the future stretch All dark and barren as a rainy sea.

You flew off with the wings of my heart and left me flightless.

He had learned to get along without her. Her meaning was forgotten. There was no place for her in his scheme of things, as there was no place for him in hers.

He alone rated himself beyond diamonds and rubies. Diamonds and rubies are gone, spread out on the deck to be washed away by a bucket of sea-water, and he does not even know that the diamonds and rubies are gone. He does not lose anything, for with the loss of himself he loses the knowledge of loss. Don't you see? And what have you to say?

his great love for John Thornton that he lost his head.

This out of all will remain – They have lived and have tossed: So much of the game will be gain, Though the gold of the dice has been lost.

He does not lose anything, for with the loss of himself he loses the knowledge of loss.

We lost the wild bit by bit for ten thousand years and forgave each loss and then forgot.

What great minds lie in the dust," said Guyal in a low voice. "What gorgeous souls have vanished into the buried ages; what marvellous creatures are lost past the remotest memory … Nevermore will there be the like; now in the last fleeting moments, humanity festers rich as rotten fruit. Rather than master and overpower our world, our highest aim is to cheat it through sorcery.

I am infinitely saddened to find myself suddenly surrounded in the west by a sense of terrible loss of nerve, a retreat from knowledge into–into what? Into Zen Buddhism; into falsely profound questions … into extrasensory perception and mystery. They do not lie along the line of what we are now able to know if we devote ourselves to it: an understanding of man himself.

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.

Love child! What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

For every victory, Necthana whispered, her great dark eyes shining with a mother's tears, there is a price.

I thought about what a priest of Elua had told me about love many years ago, the first time I kept his vigil on the Longest Night. You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose. It was true.

Victory doesn't matter to the dead, nor to the living who mourn them.

finding brightness in the shadow of sorrow and suffering, weaving the strands of loss and anguish into a fabric of togetherness.

mothers have wept less, bidding farewell to their children. At least, mine certainly did.

where battle prevails, women must grieve.

Whether it was their fault or not, they'd gone mad by force of circumstance, they'd lost their reason because nothing in their lives made sense any more.