Quotes About Loss

Have you ever experienced something so great That years later you regretted the whole thing Seeing the hole it left in you?

It is sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

Unuttuklar?n?z için harcad???n?z uzun saatlere de üzülmemelisiniz, çünkü yitirilen bilginin gölgesi sizi en az?ndan birçok yan?lsamadan korur. (William Johnson Cory)

They are all gone into the world of light!And I alone sit lingering here;Their very memory is fair and bright,And my sad thoughts doth clear.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

But the father answered never a word,A frozen corpse was he.

The long mysterious Exodus of death.

Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.

Liberty, like chastity, once lost, can never be regained in its original purity.

He first deceas'd; She for a little tri'd To live without him: lik'd it not, and di'd.

He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender her to Mr. Rawlinson; he himself would not fall into his father's arms and would not hear from his lips that he had acted like a true Pole! The end, the end! In a few days the sun would shine only upon the lifeless bodies and afterwards would dry them up into a semblance of those mummies which slumber in an eternal sleep in the museums in Egypt

The world has robbed me of my love, time has dried up hatred, and as the living individual must feel something, I live upon what remains to me. I must also say that he who feels and lives thus does not get a surfeit of happiness.

Whoso does not play at dice will not lose property, but still people play at dice. There is in that a certain delight and destruction of the present.

All is over…I have nothing but you, remember that." "I can never forget what is my whole life.

What a terrible thing war is, what a terrible thing!

A monkey was carrying two handfuls of peas. One little pea dropped out. He tried to pick it up, and split twenty. He tried to pick up the twenty, and split them all. Then he lost his temper, scattered the peas in all directions and ran away

She was utterly unlike what she had been when he first saw her. Both morally and physically she had changed for the worse. [...] He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it.

All at once I felt clearly and calmly that the feeling of that time had gone never to return, like the time itself, and that to bring it back now would be not only impossible, but painful and forced.

And it's true that I lost my life here, over this curtain, as if I was storming a fortress. Can it be? How terrible and how stupid! It can't be! Can't be, but is.

He felt what a murderer must feel, when he sees the body he has robbed of life. That body, robbed by him of life, was their love, the first stage of their love. There was something awful and revolting in the memory of what had been bought at this fearful price of shame. Shame at their spiritual nakedness crushed her and infected him.

Grief is never fatal.

I only know this, that she thanks God for all her tribulations, and, above all, because her husband is dead.

You live in better style than we do, but though you often earn more than you need, you are very likely to lose all you have. You know the proverb, 'Loss and gain are brothers twain.' It often happens that people who are wealthy one day are begging their bread the next.