Quotes About Loss

I was ready to lose everything for a hope I now knew was false. I now knew it was false, impossible, ruined already by my own hand, and still I had no choice

Nostalgia is a fire fueled by failures of memory.

I can't give people back their loved ones. I can't restore their happiness or innocence, can't give back their lives the way they were. But I can give them the truth. Then they will be free to grieve for the dead, and then free to start living again. Truth like that can be a humbling and sacred gift for a scientist to give.

Petals floating by, Drift through my womans hand, As she remembers me.

She lived in her past life- these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that was left her in the world.

There are few experiences in life as painful and brutal as the failure of a small business. For a small business conceived and nurtured by its owner is like a living, breathing child. Its loss is no less traumatic than losing a loved one.

You love something that ain't there and then you start hating what is there, and that's hell.

First is a poem, a ballad, out of Scotland. You may say there is no king in it, and of course there isn't, which is what makes it so sad. The last line of the third verse, 'O he might hae been a king' is so sad that I don't like to look at it with both eyes at once.

So many die without our caring, decline to silence in rooms beyond hearing. We honor the dead and abhor the dying. - from the story "De Composition

And what would you do if you lost a child? -I would think I was going to die, Elena said. But I wouldn't. I learned long ago that I must give up my child to the earth, to God, to the world, to death, to the possibility of death, to the possibility of disease, and in doing so I became at peace. Because I had let my child go. And in letting the child go, I became colder, more distant, and more at peace. But I still loved the child, don't be wrong. As you love your child. I am sorry.

One by one, my pals from the old days drifted away, checking on me every once in a while and, seeing that there was nothing to be done—I would not listen to anyone at the time, no matter what they said—eventually leaving me to my obsession.

I found myself very lost after 'The Partridge Family ' and I lost my dad and I lost my manager, and I lived in a bubble, and it took me 15 years to get through that and a lot of psychotherapy, and I'm laughing about it now!

Born to be a husband and a father, he found himself, through no fault of his own, when near on seventy, a childless widower; well liked by many, but needed by none.

Better to have loved and lost a short person than never to have loved a tall.

You are not evil, Fell. You have just been robbed of love. Of light.

For example, when a loved one dies, you validly think, "I lost him (or her), and I will miss the companionship and love we shared." The feelings such a thought creates are tender, realistic, and desirable. Your emotions will enhance your humanity and add depth to the meaning of life. In this way you gain from your loss.

While walking back down through the woods to the station, I felt, for a few minutes, an almost overwhelming sense of loss. With the late afternoon sun still pouring down through the trees and Anna's blonde hair dancing on her shoulders in front of me, I needed all my discipline to keep from crying. Nothing tears the heart like a glimpse of happiness.

When my mom pulled the trigger my dad had a full house, three fives and a pair of ducks. He was all in. The paper says although dead, he ended up winning seven grand. I once heard someone on tv say we die as we lived. That sounds about right.

You will loose everything" "I already have.

threnody through the postmortem

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

Even now when at the end, with nothing left to lose, I cannot identify what I could never choose.

Persecutors fear loss of control. Rescuers fear loss of purpose. Rescuers need Victimssomeone to protect or fixto bolster their self-esteem.

Don't, Jar. There's been enough killing." "It'll never be enough! They murdered Dad!