Quotes About Loss

For some reason, now, she saw the panel in the Roberts, all those faces. Read Us the Book of the Names of the Dead. All the Marlys, she thought all the girls she'd been through the long season of youth.

And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

Perhaps the various burnings of the Alexandria Library were necessary, like those Australian Forest Fires without which the new seeds cannot burst their shells and make a young, healthy forest.

The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away. Once there was this and that; and now—and the ship had gone.

And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

Roger'?n varl???ndan haberi olmayan, y?k?l?p giden bir uygarl?k, Roger'?n kolunu koÅŸulland?r?yordu hâlâ.

Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

In mezzo a loro, col corpo sudicio, i capelli sulla fronte e il naso da pulire, Ralph piangeva per la fine dell'innocenza.

Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across the square red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy's arm sand legs twitched a bit, like a pig's after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in along, slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone.

She loves you, the Prince cried. She loves you still and you love her, so think of that--think of this too: in all this world, you might have been happy, genuinely happy. Not one couple in a century has that chance, not really, no matter what the storybooks say, but you could have had it, and so, I would think, no one will ever suffer a loss as great as you.

Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

There's death coming up, and you better understand this: some of the wrong people die. Be ready for it.

The first morning after Westley's departure, Buttercup thought she was entitled to do nothing more than sit around moping and feeling sorry for herself. After all, the love of her life had fled, life had no meaning, how could you face the future, et cetera, et cetera.

Death of the heart,' the subtitle says, Whose death? And even more important maybe, whose heart?

The old man nodded. "Now I can die." She glanced at him. "Don't." Her tone was surprisingly tender, and probably she sensed how important he really was to her, because when he did die, two years further on, she went right after, and most of the people who knew her well agreed it was the sudden lack of opposition that undid her.

some of the wrong people die. Be ready for it. This isn't Curious George Uses the Potty.

Can you guess what I'm doing? Cutting my heart out. You took mine when I was ten; I want yours now. We are lovers of justice, you and I—what could be more just than that?

your milk, your milk has killed me" and then the child stiffened and cracked and turned in Buttercup's hands to nothing but dry dust and Buttercup screamed and screamed;

The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair. Forget all the garbage your parents put out.

En Mongolia perdió a sus padres. —Fezzik, hemos hecho por ti todo lo que hemos podido. Buena suerte —le dijeron, y se murieron.

The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair.

Worse, he died. Mr. Shog, I mean. (Don't ask how you could tell. It was easy. One morning he just stopped sweating, so there it was.)

But I must never love again.