Quotes About Loss

It is madness to risk losing what you need in pursuing what you simply desire.

Loss of focus is what most worries Charlie and me when we contemplate investing in businesses that in general look outstanding.

I wish I still had that photo.

His quant band was gone, he noticed: he wouldn't be tracking his steps, his blood oxygen, heart rate, local EF field activity, or the five other things it automagically quantified and uploaded and shared. Digitally, he would actually appear dead.

You are, Devlin, too young to understand how rare a thing true love is, how unlikely in this world to happen, and when it does, how unlikely to endure. And once it is lost, how hard to live without.

every victory accomplished with weapons is a funeral that should be mourned.

44th Verse Which means more to you, you or your renown? Which brings more to you, you or what you own? I say what you gain is more trouble that what you lose. Love is the fruit of sacrifice. Wealth is the fruit of generosity. A contented man is never disappointed. He who knows when to stop is preserved from peril, only thus can you endure long.

recognize in the heat of battle that the battle itself is something to grieve about.

She was married to my dad, and everything was fine until he got killed in some freak tractor accident. Yeah, that's what I said, a freak tractor accident.

But I've never spoken to a grave before. I don't know what to say. I don't know how. 'I'm so sorry,' I choke out, but that's as far as I get before I start crying. I feel bad that she's gone. I feel overwhelmed. And I feel guilt. Guilt that I've recovered. Guilt that I'm happy. Guilt that I ever thought she was the lucky one.

Se podía quedar con sus brillantes ojos azules. Se podía quedar su hipócrita sonrisa y… y mi beso. ¡Eso es! Se podía quedar eso, también. ¡Jamás, jamás volvería a hablar con él!

It is not a terrible thing to love the world, knowing that the world is always passing and irrecoverable, to be known only in loss. To love anything good, at any cost, is a bargain.

New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

When you are old you can look back and see yourself when you are young. It is almost like looking down from heaven. And you see yourself as a young woman, just a big girl really, half awake to the world. You see yourself happy, holding in your arms a good, decent, gentle, beloved young man with the blood keen in his veins, who before long is going to disappear, just disappear, into a storm of hate and flying metal and fire. And you just don't know it.

When one ceases from conflict, whether because he has won, because he has lost, or because he cares no more for the game, the virtue passes out of him.

the disgust of friends and family, the loss of reputation—the only loss ever, the one robbery. Who steals my purse steals trash.… But he that filches from me my good name—And who was doing that for him, who but himself?

When he stood up, he felt in his pockets for money. There wasn't a bill. In a vest-pocket he found four nickels, that was all. He wasn't surprised—nothing about money could surprise him any more. Apparently he was supposed to go on losing it and losing it and losing it every time he got his hands on some. He looked around for his hat. "Where's my hat?

Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way.

Simos said, "Grief work must be shared. In sharing, however, there must be no impatience, censure or boredom with the repetition, because repetition is necessary for catharsis and internalization and eventual unconscious acceptance of the reality of the loss. The bereaved are sensitive to the feelings of others and will not only refrain from revealing feelings to those they consider unequal to the burden of sharing the grief but may even try to comfort the helpers." (97)

When we are not allowed to remember, to express our feelings and to grieve or mourn our losses or traumas, whether real or threatened, through the free expression of our Child Within, we become ill. Thus we can consider viewing a spectrum of unresolved grieving as beginning with mild symptoms or signs of grief, to co-dependence, to PTSD.

I have had playmates, I have had companions,In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days—All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Navin, who never had children, felt close to Cobb from the day he met him, a nervous, travel-worn C-leaguer who had just lost his father under appalling circumstances. The two would excoriate (and extol) each other over the years as only a father figure and son-substitute could.

I have probably purchased fifty 'hot tips' in my career, maybe even more. When I put them all together, I know I am a net loser.

Death is the greatest form of love.