Quotes About Loss

Ich liebe dich ja...wie heißt es doch, wenn man einen Zweig abbricht und die Blätter abreißt? Von Herzen, mit Schmerzen, über alle Maßen. (S.69)

Att lämna sitt språk är som lämna sin själ

Emigration is a kind of partial suicide. You don't die, but a great deal dies within you. Not least, the language.

When I hear of the destruction of a species ... I just feel as if all the the works of some great writer had perished.

One of the prime dangers of civilization has always been its tendency to cause the loss of virile fighting virtues, of the fighting edge. When men get too comfortable and lead too luxurious lives, there is always a danger lest the softness eat like an acid into their manliness of fiber. The

In the middle of the kitchen table was an empty birdcage, the metal door ajar. A feeling of deep melancholy washed over her, the empty cage somehow seeming symbolic of Eddie Berlin's life. ~0~

My father might be dead but he would never be out of my life. Never. My

A story about the burdens of remembering and the costs of forgetting,

There have been two popular subjects for poetry in the last few decades: the Vietnam War and AIDS, about both of which almost all of us have felt deeply.

The butcher's bill was too dear.

Love is only satisfied with what is infinite. In our love of God we taste this, and in suffering we long not only for more love, but for infinite love, a love that includes every tear ever shed and every loss ever felt.

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do so, would I?

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it!

O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!

You are never truly together with one you love until the person in question is dead and actually inside you.

We live, we love, we die. A little while we sing in the sun, and then ... we are gone.

In this sense every serious choice has a tragicomic dimension. For it is impossible to be a human being without choosing, and it is impossible to choose without value denials, and it is impossible to deny values without guilt. That is a very simple though, but it forms the core definition of guilt: an awareness of significant value loss for which I know myself to be responsible. Guilt is the self-knowing of moral loss.

Despairing Dido, queen of ancient Carthage, slain by her own hand as her magnificent lover Aeneas lifts anchor and sails away forever: this is one of the most haunting and permanent images of the classical world.

Bright, heroic, tender, true and noble was that lost treasure of my heart, who faithfully accompanied me in all the rocky ways and climbings; and I am forever poor without her.

All things that have been in this world, all things that are or will be in it, have to vanish: we have our sad farewell to give them.

The tragedy of life is not so much what we suffer but what we miss.

Mie love ys dedde,Gon to hys death-bedde,Al under the wyllowe-tree.

I miss her in my bones. I was her big brother. I was supposed to protect her - I could not... It very nearly destroyed me.

I lost my son in late 2011. He had been totally incapacitated from his neck down for the last eight years of his life, but his mind was alive and brilliant in those years. He even wrote a book, 'Allegheny Mountain,' lying at home in his hospital bed.