Quotes About Loss

I know that I will never find my father in any other man who comes into my life, because it is a void in my life that can only be filled by him.

War kills everybody, including the ones who live.

Wir sind alle ein bisschen gestorben in diesem Krieg, glaube ich. Wie meine Mutter immer gesagt hat. Krieg tötet alle, auch die, die ihn überleben.

When all your lovers start to die. You wake alone and wonder why they left you here to document the wreckage. They tell me that it's art I make, in all this chaos I create.

I saw you yesterday and felt a funeral inside. Like someone I love died, and they asked if I wanted to see the body.

good little goat in the heart, and it fell dead.

Good for you, Jason. It's perfectly natural to be angry with your mother for dying. Everybody who loses someone special goes through that. It's just part of the grieving process.

The sound of her silk skirt has stopped.On the marble pavement dust grows.Her empty room is cold and still.Fallen leaves are piled against the doors.Longing for that lovely ladyHow can I bring my aching heart to rest?

I got a thrill out of the home run that won the pennant, and when I hit No. 500, and I thought this would mean something extra special to me ... I felt good all day long, until Rose tied the game. Losing just took the edge off of it. It's just another home run.

Getting over someone is a grieving process. You mourn the loss of the relationship, and that's only expedited by 'Out of sight, out of mind.' But when you walk outside and see them on a billboard or on TV or on the cover of a magazine, it reopens the wound. It's a high-class problem, but it's real.

Wschodnioeuropejscy ?ydzi stworzyli barwny ?wiat. Mieli j?zyk i literatur?, mieli swoich cadyków i bankierów, uczonych i rzemie?lników, socjalistów i chasydów, swoje dania, melodie, ?arty, stroje, westchnienia, gesty i sposób trzymania g?owy. Mieli "rzewny czar",który bra? si? z mieszanki intelektualizmu i mistycyzmu. Nie ma tego ?wiata. Nieliczni ocaleni nie daj? wyobra?enia o nim.

Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them, so deep was the pain in her heart. She could not forget that this was the last night she would ever see the one for whom she had left her home and family, had given up her beautiful voice, and had day by day endured unending torment, of which he knew nothing at all. An eternal night awaited her.

And while I walked out again into the countryside, which was slowly growing darker and darker, it became painfully clear to me that I was played out. I had nothing left to live for, I had lost my footing in society, and I felt I had not the strength to look for a new one, nor to fight to regain the old.

Had I lost love and appreciation because I had grown so bad, or had I grown so bad because I had lost its encouragement?

Happy You know my girlfriend is dead. She fell off a cliff and died on impact.

Losing my parents was the most crushing thing that ever happened to me. I lost my dad when I was 26, and it changed my life entirely.

better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

There is no glory in war—only good men dying terrible deaths.

We love our dear ones deeply and miss them when they leave us. But we know that the bond of love is greater than death.

But death permits you To arrange your hours While he sucks the honey From your lovely flowers

By the time the doctor came, we had lifted my father's body to the couch and covered it with a blanket. The doctor was a thin, sturdy man, bald, with thick glasses. He lifted the blanket and looked. He dropped the blanket. "He's dead, all right." I

For many of us, we will come to the point where death will be the only healer for the pain which our lives will have come to contain.