Quotes About Loss

"You cannot let go of someone you never really had, and if you had them you wouldn't have to let go."

"When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love. How can you not be left with the personal confidence of a passed over British Rail sandwich?"

"Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being."

I didn't lose you. You lost me. You'll search for me inside of everyone you're with & I won't be found.

As a culture, we seem to have an intolerance for suffering; we tend to want those who have experienced a loss of any kind to get on with their lives as quickly as possible. Often, by minimizing the impact of significant losses, pathologizing those whose reactions are intense, and applauding those who seem relatively unaffected by tragic events, we encourage the inhibition of our own grief.

Even if you attempt to ignore the loss, the emotional experience of it is implanted in your heart and mind, and no eraser will remove it.

Numerous studies have shown that your health risk is higher following a loss.

if I could have caught up from the earth, the whole of the flowers of the earth, if once I could have breathed into myself the very golden crocuses and the red, and the very golden hearts of the first saffron, the whole of the golden mass, the whole of the great fragrance, I could have dared the loss. — H.D., from "Eurydice," Collected Poems 1912-1944 (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1982)

I had met him, the New Mortal, baffled and lost, but I was a phantom Helen and he was Achilles' ghost.

The thing she realised in that moment, that fraction of waiting, was lost. Nothing could bring the thing back, no words could make the thing solid and visible and therefore to be coped with. Solid and visible form was what she had been seeking. I will put this into visible language.

At least I have the flowers of myself, and my thoughts, no god can take that; I have the fervour of myself for a presence and my own spirit for light; and my spirit with its loss knows this; though small against the black, small against the formless rocks, hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.

yet for all your arrogance and your glance, I tell you this: such loss is no loss, such terror, such coils and strands and pitfalls of blackness such terror is no loss; hell is no worse than your earth above the earth, hell is no worse, no, nor your flowers nor your veins of light nor your presence, a loss; my hell is no worse than yours though you pass among the flowers and speak with the spirits above the earth.

When we go from waking state to sleep, we lose everything that we held in the waking state. Relationships and possessions are lost to us in sleep. We have to let them go.

We are closer to the end of the world than to that minute that has just passed by, because that is lost forever.

Gain or loss, honor or shame, Consolation at being with God in heaven Or in the torture of hell: This Fire makes no distinction. It burns to death everything it ever touches: Damnation or blessing no longer matters.

The family she knew -- the life she knew -- officially was no more." Summer Girls, Page 192 by

Death is but a betrayal of eternity.

The homeland is a language and exile is a metaphor

Und ich dachte, dass die Zeit ein Dieb ist. Sie stiehlt uns alles. Zuerst gibt sie uns alles, aber dann müssen wir alles abliefern. Menschen, Begegnungen, Momente. So einfach ist das. So grausam ist das.

When legends die the dreams end. When the dreams end there is no more greatness.

I only know that since he left, My life's so empty. Though I try to forget, It just can't be done.

What you have stolen can never be yours.

One boy's footprints are not long in being lost in the snow, in the steadily falling snow of the shortest day, the longest night; they are lost as soon as they are made. And once again the heath is clothed in drifting white. And there is no ghost, save the one ghost that lives in the heart of a motherless boy, till his footprints disappear.

A wise man once said that next to losing its mother, there is nothing more healthy for a child than to lose its father.