Quotes About Loss

Everything else has vanished, so you take them now. Maybe if you're the one keeping them, I'll be the one feeling better.

But there was more, as there always is when the love goes. She was haunted, naturally. Otherwise what is the point, why leave your rickety house, and why this yo-yo world giving us things and yanking them back?

And when love is over when the diner of love seems closed from the outside you want all those hours back along with anything you left at the lover's house and maybe a couple of things which aren't technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.

The file clanked against me, my stupid idea nobody would have gotten had I ever done it. You even wouldn't have gotten it, Ed, I thought, watching her go. It's why we broke up, so here it is. Ed, how could you?

Take them back, Ed. Here they are. Take back the smile and the night, take it all back, I wish I could.

Descubrí el reverso de la servilleta demasiado tarde, no cuando llegué a casa, ni cuando la guardé en la caja, sino cuando tenía el corazón destrozado y lloroso, cuando ya no era cierto.

because damn it Ed, that's not why we broke up. I love it, I miss it, I hate to give it back to you, this complicated thing, it's why we stayed together.

We thought we had time.

What does it mean? Where does something like this come from? How can you find it again,just what you wanted at just the right time? Never,probably. It's empty and nothing now, I don't even know why I kept it, and I'll keep it no more.

It's why we broke up, Ed, a small thing that's disappeared or maybe was never really in my hands in the first place.

Foi por isso que a gente acabou, Ed, por uma coisinha pequena que sumiu ou quem sabe nunca tenha estado de verdade nas minhas mãos

Te quise y ahora te devuelvo tus cosas, las saco de mi vida igual que a ti.

Ahora solo queda este mal vestigio del nuestro que te recuerdo con tinta cada vez más descolorida. Es como si nunca hubiéramos tenido nada.

Vulnerability is what love is about... Only when we open ourselves to the possibility of loss can we allow for the possibility of love.

How could losing everything be so bad if losing everything brought me this? It

A person who has not made peace with his losses is likely to accept gambles that would be unacceptable to him otherwise.

I put Algernon's body in a cheese box and buried him in the backyard. I cried.

I put Algernon's body into a small metal container and took him home with me. I wasn't going to let them dump him into the incinerator. It's foolish and sentimental, but late last night I buried him in the back yard. I wept as I put a bunch of wild flowers on the grave.

Its getting chilly out but I still put flowers on Algernons grave.

With gorilla gone, will there be hope for man?

So I looked. Silly as it sounds now, I looked. By comparison, going after the Grail would have made more sense. I won't talk about it, it's too embarrassing. I looked until I wised up. I stopped making a fool of myself, but something died inside of me - something that I'd always sort of liked and admired. In its place grew a scar - a tough spot but also a sore spot.

There were so many dead their spirits could no longer be contained in the darkness, and, like deer, their population had spilled over into parts of the town reserved for the living.

There is no greater grief than that of a man with a broken heart who only just learned he had a heart at all.

Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.