Quotes About Loss

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body, Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

And with which numbers does the ant subtract its dead soldiers? Y con que cifras va restando la hormiga sus soldados muertos?

Dejé de ser niño porque comprendí que a mi pueblo no le permitieron la vida y le negaron la sepultura.

A morte não é a maior perda da vida. A maior perda da vida é o que morre dentro de nós enquanto vivemos...

Everything I had been carting from one stage of my life to another, to remind me of me, was in the boxes that surrounded me. And there were so many of them now, just days before my thirty-seventh birthday. But so little left of me. At the end of a marriage, no one wins. There is only anger, sorrow, guilt, emptiness, and defeat.

I wanted her to see that the only life worth living is a life full of love; that loss is always part of the equation; that love and loss conjoined are the best opportunity we get to live fully, to be our strongest, our most compassionate, our most graceful selves.

To love anything is to accept its loss —UNKNOWN

She told me that you get to have only one true love, and once you've found it, whether you kept it or lost it, you'd never recover...Accepting that was the hardest part.

If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead.

Now I will know always the thrill of a kiss, and know what it is I am cursed to live without.

We never lose our loved ones. They accompany us; merely in different rooms.

If man be solely a body, its loss indeed ends his identity. But if prophets down the millenniums spake with truth, man is essentially a soul, incorporeal and omnipresent.

When wealth is lost, you have lost a little; when health is lost, you have lost something of more consequence; but when peace of mind is lost, you have lost the highest treasure.

The rent left in the family fabric by Mother's death was irreparable.

The triumph of violence ends in a festival of mourning." "I

Instead of weeping and feeling a sense of loss after the death of those who are dear to you, always send them your love. By doing so you can help the progress of their souls, and they can help you. Never drag them down by unreasonable feelings of selfish attachment and sorrow. Just say to them, "I love you.

No one looks him in the face now, it's as if his grief frightens them. What are they afraid of? That one day they'll have to endure pain like this? Or that they never will, that they're incapable of it, because grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

As if you cope with loss by ingesting the dead person

grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

We women are peculiar creatures. We tend not to love those who murder our families.

In some ways the experience of these young men paralleled the experience of the very old. They looked back on intense memories and felt lonely because there was nobody left alive who'd been there.

Nobody looks him in the face now, it's as if his grief frightens them. What are they afraid of? That one day they'll have to endure pain like this? Or that they never will, that they're incapable of it, because grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

My two older brothers died beside him. I don't know how my third oldest brother died, but somehow or other, whether by the gates or on the palace step, he met his end. For the first and only time in my life, I was glad my mother was dead.