Quotes About Loss

Only tragedies arrived with such urgency in the small hours before dawn.

La sabiduría interior de nuestro más sagrado yo nos lega la sabiduría de la pérdida y el fracaso para que nuestra conciencia se fortalezca.

I know there was nothing anyone could do. But they were taking away an 86-year-old grandmother to a horrible death, and the village where she had lived all her life, where everybody loved her, had just looked on. The only thing that anyone had had to say was, 'Mrs. Bloch, don't be afraid...

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.

These people," she said. "These people who die and you never knew them. What are you supposed to feel?" She really wanted me to tell her. She really thought that I would know. "Nothing," I said, tossing the key on her bed. "You're not supposed to feel anything.

OPHELIA] I am Ophelia. She who the river could not hold.

I genitori di mio nonno dovettero lasciare il villaggio, la tomba fresca della loro piccola: s misero a intrecciare cesti di vimini, non restarono a lungo in nessun luogo perché li addolorava vedere come dappertutto il pendolo della giustizia battesse falso e sbagliato.

What has since happened in Tibet is hardly to be believed. More than 1.2 million Tibetans lost their lives and of about six thousand monasteries, temples, and shrines, 99 percent were either looted or totally destroyed. In

I will not mourn, although my heart is torn,Oh, love forever lost! I will not mourn.

I wept in my dreams. I dreamed you lay in the grave; I awoke, and the tears still poured down my cheeks. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you had left me; I awoke and I went on weeping long and bitterly. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you were still kind to me; I awoke, and still the flow of my tears streams on.

I am not yet sure that I can live without her

Ten times a day it stopped me like a bolt into my chest: that she was no longer here. That she would never be here. That I might walk and walk and yet I would never again come home to her.

It does not matter what happens now. There is no world: it has fallen away from us.

Your life can change in the blink of an eye, on a calm and beautiful Midsummer night. You lose what you love while you think it is still safe beside you.

I did not know what breath meant until she died. It was everything that gave me quickness and life: it was thought, feeling, animation. Without it there was nothing.

I think there is in friendship, an instant recognition – a kind of loving. It needs just a word, in passing, the touch of a hand – yet parting is loss and the tiny ache of regret stays with us always.

When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love. How can you not be left with the personal confidence of a passed over British Rail sandwich?

Sink into morbid, cynical reflection on how much romantic heartbreak is to do with ego and miffed pride rather than actual loss

Suddenly a frenzied high-pitched shriek behind us. Henry Klein, a stocky survivor from Dniepa, had burst into wild, piercing sobs. Turning away from us, he began to howl Kaddish, his voice shrill. His children stood by, stunned. He was doubled over now, hands on

But I've been reading A Very Easy Death, about Simone de Beauvoir's mother dying of cancer – it's just brilliant. It really helped me.' She

this was a "dirty war" and it "disappeared" some 30,000 people during the war of 1936–39.

the death squads came, by night to "take out" of gaol in the deadly sacas, exactly the same form of extrajudicial execution that ended the lives of her two brothers and of tens of thousands of others across Spain.

Sometimes our passion is our ruin.

The truth is that you do forget people. When you conjure them up, long after they have gone, you can't recall the essence of them, just the outline.