Quotes About Loss

We were greatly overcome at parting; and if ever, in my life, I have had a void made in my heart, I had one made that day.

Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps Die Out For Ever Book the First—Recalled

Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into they eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends - in fact, he resumed his parliamentary duties.

In truth, the wind, though it was low, had a solemn sound, and crept around the deserted house with a whispered wailing that was very mournful. Everything was gone, down to the little mirror with the oyster-shell frame. I thought of myself, lying here, when that first great change was being wrought at home. I thought of the blue-eyed child who had enchanted me. I thought of Steerforth, and a foolish, fearful fancy came upon me of his being near at hand, and liable to be met at any turn.

in that England which I shall see no more. I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name. I see her father, aged

You are wery obligin', sir,' replied Sam. 'Now, don't allow yourself to be fatigued beyond your powers; there's a amiable bein'. Consider what you owe to society, and don't let yourself be injured by too much work. For the sake o' your feller-creeturs, keep yourself as quiet as you can; only think what a loss you would be!' With these pathetic words, Sam Weller departed.

Tell me, would you seek me out and try to win me now? Ah, no!

He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards. 'What are you about, Loo?' her brother sulkily remonstrated. 'You'll rub a hole in your face.' 'You may cut the piece out with your penknife if you like, Tom. I wouldn't cry!' THE

It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture to ourselves what flowers they might have borne, if they had flourished; and

böyle zavall? dü?lere dudak büküp geçse de ben Estella'y? bunca y?ld?r can?mdan çok sevmi?tim. Gerçi onu kaybetmi?tim, ellerim bö?rümde onsuz ya?amaya yarg?l?yd?m, gene de onunla ilgili olan her bilgi benim için dünyada her ?eyden daha önemli, her ?eyden daha de?erliydi.

Al pensar que una criatura como aquélla, tan graciosa y prometedora, podía haberle llamado padre, y haber sido una primavera en el sombrío invierno de su vida, se le enturbiaron los ojos.

When we transmit our love of earth, mountain, water, and sea to others, and stir the grief over what has been lost; when we hold ourselves and others in the rawness of loss without jumping right away to reflexive postures of solution and blame, we are penetrated deep to the place where commitment lives.

Hear me very carefully on this point. Nobody can take your peace from you. If you have lost your peace, you have lost it for one main reason—you have surrendered it.

What you have lost will not be returned to you; it always be lost. You're left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on, or not. But if you go on, it's knowing you carry your scars with you.

for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you were. All your grief hasn't changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. You're only left with your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not.

Senin kurallar?n" dedi Revell, "Kendi kurallar?nda kaybedeceksin. Kara kutunun beni durduraca??n? söylüyorsun ve bu kara kutu benim ben olmam? engelleyecek demek. Ben yanl?? olduÄŸunu söylüyorum. Ben terk ettikçe senin kaybettiÄŸini söylüyorum ve eÄŸer kara kutu beni öldürürse, sonsuza dek sen kaybedersin.

The worst thing that can happen to a man who gambles is to win

If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

What is taken from you before you get it? Your photograph.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

A statistician made a few calculations and discovered that since the birth of our nation more lives had been lost in celebrating independence than in winning it.

each transition will involve some kind of loss. Growth will always be costly; a new venture will always involve some form of letting go. It may be a matter of separation—from parents or from those who are part of an old way or an old world. It may involve leaving behind the comfortable and the secure. Each transition will be a small death, and the new life, the new opportunity and the new challenge will only come as we let go.

Those millions of sales represented a loss in share value on the New York Exchange alone of some $10 billion. That was twice the amount of currency in circulation in the entire country at the time. Eventually, the total lost in the financial pandemic would be put at a staggering $50 billion—all stemming from a virus that proved fatal on October 29, 1929: the day the bubble burst.

than twenty-eight thousand buildings destroyed. Many of those buildings were homes. Whole communities had been decimated.