Quotes About Loss

Is she dead?" "No." "A pity.

Gilgamesh wandered in the wilderness grieving over the death of Enkidu and weeping saying: "Enkidu has died. Must I die too? Must Gilgamesh be like that?" Gilgamesh felt the fear of it in his belly. He said to himself that he would seek the son of Ubartutu, Utnapishtim, he, the only one of men by means of whom he might find out how death could be avoided. He said to himself that he would hasten to him, the dangers of the journey notwithstanding.

as usual, she wasn't able to live in the moment. Maybe that's what grief is: a permanent disconnect from the here and now.

conocemos alguna vez de verdad los sentimientos de un muerto?

Non, je n'ai rien caché. Après toi, il n'y a eu personne. J'aurais pu, mais je n'ai jamais pu.

Neviena kaisl?ba nevar beigties ne ar ko citu k? vien tra??diju.

M?lest?ba tevi pamet, neko nepaskaidrojot, un p?rdz?vojumi paliek tikai fotogr?fij?s. S?kum? dz?ve divat? š?ita tik daudzsološa, bet beig?s porcel?ns saš??st drumsl?s un lauskas griež l?dz asin?m... Un tur neko nevar dar?t, jo t?da ir b?goš? m?la.

Il faut avoir peur de perdre les choses pour les aimer passionnément.

No vives solo, sino con una ausencia.

On ne vit pas seul mais avec une absence.

Parler, c'est risquer d'évoquer Charlotte. Elle se cache derrière chaque mot.

Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it.

T]he sheer magnitude of Britain's commitment and loss at Gallipoli made it seem vital years later that she should play a major role in the postwar Middle East to give some sort of meaning to so great a sacrifice.

Death in Love R. Garcia y Robertson

Petrarch warned that "what you won, a thousand will wrest from you here and there; what you lose, no one will give back to you." Even when a winner, he reasoned, the gambler did not truly profit.

I felt like a kid at Santa Claus's funeral.

we might be able to intellectually understand that the West has lost 18% of its trees over the last 20 years, and at the same time be overcome by the quaking of a single Aspen leaf.

I lost my spinal column a good many years ago. There ain't no surgery can put it back. Even if there was, I wouldn't want it. I like it better this way. More comfortable.

Honor" is different from '"dignity." Honor is an obsession with status, with a sense that status can be lost, and therefore any sign of disrespect must be treated as a challenge that must be suppressed.

Life is too brief. I had a friend whom I intended to know better. Yesterday he died.

The passing time is painful. I have lost the art of moving simply, naturally, within it. I am swept back against its flow. Angry, vindictive, it pierces me all the time, all the time with its spikes.

Twee mensenvlokjes waren we, een kind en zijn moeder, zwevend in het wereldruim, zes volle jaren lang - ze waren in mijn ogen niet meer dan een paar dagen. We waren als een kinderlied, een rijm van daden en van wonderen - totdat heel zacht een zuchtje wind, een vederlichte bries, een wiekslag van een waaier, in de bladeren blies - en het vonnis velde: jij hiernaartoe, hij daarheen - en daarmee was het uit, in honderdduizend scherven.

The grief was always there, the foundational color of her eyes.

Och han är död, jag förstår nästan betydelsen av dessa ljud: Barnet är dött. Jag erkänner att dessa ord rymmer en sanning. Han är död. Han är död. Men hans död, hans död är inte död.