Quotes About Loss

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her, And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory. In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

Quién soy en esta ciudad muerta?...No entiendo sino las cenizas.

La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

No one will retrieve my lost heart amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness of the sun multiplied by the fury of the water, there the shadow lives that does not travel with me.

Amo ciò che di tenace ancora sopravvive nei miei occhi, nelle mie camere abbandonate dove abita la luna, e ragni di mia proprietà, e distruzioni che mi sono care, adoro il mio essere perduto, la mia sostanza imperfetta.

Cannot a kiss of spring also kill you? Do you believe that ahead of you grief carries the flag of your destiny?

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.

Se d'improvviso mi dimentichi, non cercarmi, chè già ti avrò dimenticata.

Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

He was my friend in everyday life and now I have lost his affection, which was part of my daily bread. No one will be able to give me what he has taken with him, because his active brotherly spirit was one of my life's treasured luxuries.

a los bárbaros se les caían de las botas, de las barbas, de los yelmos, de las herraduras, como piedrecitas, las palabras luminosas que se quedaron aquí resplandecientes... el idioma. Salimos perdiendo... Salimos ganando... Se llevaron el oro y nos dejaron el oro... Se lo llevaron todo y nos dejaron todo... Nos dejaron las palabras.

Cementerios de besos, aún hay fuego en tus tumbas, aún los racimos arden picoteados de pájaros

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died, and we don't now and never did lie to each other. So now he's gone and I buried him, and that's all there is to it.

I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything. Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose.

Me hizo falta la luz de tu energía y miré devorando la esperanza...

from Poems by Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

De la vida no quiero mucho. Quiero apenas saber que intenté todo lo que quise, tuve todo lo que pude, amé lo que valía la pena y perdí apenas lo que nunca fue mío.

I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.   To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.   And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.   What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.