Quotes About Loss

She had built up a lot of control over all these months, but suddenly it just hurt so bad that she bawled right there at the table, two seconds after she saw the broken ring. It was the first real big cry she'd had about Gary in a long time, a month or so. She was not sure there was any such thing anymore as Gary. She didn't know if that was where her belief rested. He was a lot out of her mind. He might really be dead.

Ahora bien, todo desprendimiento provoca una herida

77 millones de chinos murieron por causas no naturales a consecuencia de las guerras o de los asesinatos de masas por motivos políticos entre las décadas de 1920 y 1980, y la inmensa mayoría de ellos murieron a manos de compatriotas suyos.1

But to mourn, that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person.

She's as dead as she'll every be, ain't she? Well, ain't she?

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

De um jeito ou de outro, se ela foi embora, foi porque eu permiti: quando a dor entra em nossa casa, quase sempre é com a nossa própria chave.

In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.

With the death of my father, it wasn't just the objects of everyday life that had changed; even the most ordinary street scenes had become irreplaceable mementos of a lost world whose every detail figured in the meaning of the whole.

Despite the loss they were suffering, they'd both relaxed - as people do when they realize they've run out of chances for happiness

To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that's still molded to the form of a love who has left never to return: It is to grieve, dear reader, it is to weep.

I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn.

Women kill themselves because they hope to gain something, said Kadife. Men kill themselves because they've lost hope of gaining anything.

They, like me, like all of us, had, once upon a time, in a past so far away it seemed like heaven, caught by chance a glimpse of an inner essence, only to forget what it was. It was this lost memory that pained us, reduced us to ruins, though still we struggled to be ourselves.

la muerte no es el final de todo, eso seguro. Pero, tal y como está escrito en todos los libros, es algo que produce un dolor increíble.

because people only tell lies when there is something they are terribly frightened of losing.

T?pk? sevdiÄŸi k?z?n ölümünden sonra hayat?n baÅŸkalar? için bütün s?radanl??? ile sürüp gitmesini bir türlü kald?ramayan kiÅŸi gibi bir öfke duydu bu insanlara.

Cuando el jardín de la memoria comienza a secarse -le había dicho Celâl una de aquellas noches-, uno tiembla con amor por los últimos árboles y rosales que le quedan. Los riego y los acaricio de la mañana a la noche para que no se sequen: ¡recuerdo, recuerdo que no quiero olvidar!

Encontrarse solo con los rastros en lugar de con los recuerdos en sí se parece a mirar con lágrimas en los ojos la huella que ha dejado en un sillón vuestra amante después de abandonaros para no volver más.

el desinterés, el tiempo y los desastres naturales irán royendo lentamente nuestras pinturas hasta acabar con ellas.

Losing myself inside my reflections came to be the ''disappearing game'' and perhaps I played it to prepare myself for the thing I dreaded most... I knew or sure that, one day, my mother would disappear too.

It is no more possible to take pride in these neglected dwellings, in which dirt, dust and mud have blended into their surroundings, than it is to rejoice in the beautiful old wooden houses that as a child I watched burn down one by one.

Åžairi önce asacaks?n, sonra daraÄŸac?n?n alt?nda aÄŸlayacaks?n.

Bütün hayat?m Ä°stanbul'un yak?l?p, y?k?l?p, tahrip edilip deÄŸiÅŸtirilmesinin hikayesidir. Bu, insan?n kendi hat?ralar?n?n, kendi hat?rlad?klar?n?n, baÄŸl? olduÄŸu sokaklar?n, çevrelerin, neredeyse haf?zas?na, ezberine ald??? görüntülerin yok edilmesi hikâyesidir ve benim için çok draml?, ac?l? ve a??r bir hikâyedir.