Quotes About Loss

The first time you meet that some­one spe­cial, you can count on them one day be­ing dead and in the ground.

How could you let me love something that was going to die?

A woman calls from Seaview to say her linen closet is missing. Last September, her house had six bedrooms, two linen closets. She's sure of it. Now she's only got one. She comes to open her beach house for the summer. She drives out from the city with the kids and the nanny and the dog, and here they are with all heir luggage, and their towels are gone. Disappeared. Poof. Bermuda triangulated.

Ten years ago, he was the hard­work­ing salt of the earth. All he want­ed was to go to Heav­en. Sit­ting here to­day, ev­ery­thing that he worked for in the world is lost. All his ex­ter­nal rules and con­trols are gone.

Ä°nsan sevdiklerini öldürür diye bir söz vard?r ya; asl?nda bak?n insan? öldüren de hep sevdiÄŸidir.

My hands are numb. I can't feel my face. My tongue be­longs to some­body else.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn't say anything, people in a group assumed the worst. They cried harder. I cried harder. Look up into the stars and you're gone.

The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again. The truth is you will be.

Between wiener juice and lung blood, I'd say that chambray shirt was a goner.

Ev­ery­one else I could call is dead.

the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

It's one thing for my parents to behave all secular humanist and gamble with their own eternal souls; however it's altogether not all right that they also gambled with mine: They placed their bets with such self-rightous bravado, but I'm the one who lost.

Even after you're dead it hurts just as bad when your heart swells up, stretched bigger and bigger like an aneurysm of tears getting ready to boom.

And the kid is stupid enough to think a picture or a sculpture or a story could somehow replace anybody you love.

The problem with proximity friends is, they move away. They quit or get fired.

It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, that you're free to do anything." What I'm feeling

Towles burn. Bathroom inferno! Chanel No. 5, it burns. Oil paintings of racehorses and dead pheasants burn. The reproduction Oriental carpets burn. Evie's bad dried flower arrangements, they're these little tabletop infernos. Too cute! Evie's Katty Kathy doll, it melts, then it burns. Evie's collection of big carnival stuffed animals—Cootie, Poochie, Pam-Pam, Mr. Bunnits, Choochie, Poo Poo and Ringer—it's fun-fur holocaust. Too sweet. Too precious.

Únicamente cuando se pierde todo somos libres para actuar.

I love knowing a lot of people, but the downside is that means going to a lot of funerals.

A veces la muerte de una sola persona puede justificar la muerte de una cultura entera.

It's only after you've lost everything that you're truly free to do anything.

Flecked and blotched with the stains of decomposition, the linen would trace a rambling journey in which everything you love falls apart.

The truth is you can be orphaned again and again.

Anything you can acquire is only another thing you'll lose.