Quotes About Loss

My mother's lips stopped trembling right before she spoke. "Because that means they lose something they aren't willing to: their power. Everyone protects what they aren't willing to lose." As I looked out at the horizon and the Circles and realized how true it was. We weren't willing to lose the lives the Republic stole. The Protectors risked their lives for the chance to steal them back.

This is the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again.

The could-have been boys still love you.

Right now I don't want to think about Ali's future, the football games and parties she'll be going to without me, the people she'll meet that I won't even know. There's a

Lástima que en aquella época no se hubieran descubierto los hoyos negros en el espacio, porque entonces le hubiera sido muy fácil comprender que sentía un hoyo negro en medio del pecho, por donde se le colaba un frío infinito.

Y así la encontraron, muerta entre sus raíces, una gélida mañana de invierno.

Porque no lloras Vic? -le preguntó- Acaso no le echas de menos? Ella tardó un poco en responder. Cuando lo hizo, Shail deseó no haber preguntado nunca. -Los muertos no pueden llorar- Dijo Victoria con suavidad. -Vic tu no estas muerta-replico el mago con un escalofrío -No-concedio ella-pero tampoco estoy viva del todo, dime Shail, se puede vivir con medio corazon?

Arrancar su corazón de su pecho y exprimirlo hasta las última gota... igual que hemos hecho con todos los demás.

Y, por primera vez en su viaje, Bipa tuvo auténtico pánico. Deseó regresar corriendo a casa, recuperar su vida, su aspecto, su identidad. Siempre había sido consciente de que en aquella búsqueda podía llegar a perder la vida, pero, por algún motivo, eso no le parecía tan terrible como perderse a sí misma.

Tú habrías sabido qué hacer —murmuró—. Tú comprendías a los mortales mejor que nadie. Ojalá no nos hubieses abandonado tan pronto.

Hemos perdido a Shail, y Alsan se ha convertido en algo... que no puedo describir. Y también he estado a punto de perderte a ti, y, si eso hubiera sucedido... me habría vuelto loco-confesó, mirándola con seriedad.

Y tu sueño... ¿se hizo realidad? –No. Se hizo pedazos. Yaren y Victoria

Because the human experience involves loss, we need to feel it, express it, and then release it. Only then do we achieve healing.

He was tough as hell, and he'd always reminded me of my dad. Then one day, he was just gone, no warning. And I realized you can't take people for granted. Life's too short." She

We just sat there and watched the plane pass the island, and it never came back," he said. "I could see it on the radar. It makes you feel terrible. Life was cheap in war.

Life was cheap in war.

Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen. The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a man's soul in his body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it. The loss of it can carry a man off as surely as thirst, hunger, exposure, and asphyxiation, and with greater cruelty.

We just sat there and watched the plane pass the island, and it never came back," he said. "I could see it on the radar. It makes you feel terrible. Life was cheap in war.

Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen. The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a man's soul in his body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it. The loss of it can carry a man off as surely as thirst, hunger, exposure, and asphyxiation and with greater cruelty.

But on Kwajalein, the guards sought to deprive them of something that had sustained them even as all else had been lost: dignity. This self-respect and sense of self-worth, the innermost armament of the soul, lies at the heart of humanness; to be deprived of it is to be dehumanized, to be cleaved from, and cast below, mankind.

There's no great loss without some small gain.

Heartbreak could be lived with if it weren't accompanied by regret.

When I built my luminous prison around you, you simply lay down at the center of it and died.

And all the embezzled cents and dollars of the last time I saw you.