Quotes About Loss

Every year I do a song for my homeboy Valley, who passed away from a heart attack.

I was living out on Long Island in Baldwin, New York when Hurricane Sandy hit. With the storm surge, the whole first floor of our house was under about three feet of water. We lost a lot of valuable stuff - sentimental stuff like pictures and Christmas ornaments. Nobody expected flooding that bad.

Allowing valuable sound recordings to pass into the public domain does not create a public asset: it represents a massive destruction of U.K. wealth and a significant loss to the U.K. taxpayer.

Fear, greed and hope have destroyed more portfolio value than any recession or depression we have ever been through.

I feel my dad, I still feel his love, and I still love him. I would do anything to have him back, but half the reason that my life is good, has real, true value, is that he died. I would obviously rather have him alive, but he gave me so much in his death.

Small business people are people with goals and values that can't be calculated on a profit and loss statement.

Memories are beautiful things, Boy. When the person that ya loved is gone, when the happy time is over, then ya've still got yer memories. Thank God fear this special gift of His that let's ya sorta live yer experiences again and again. S'pose there ain't no price one would settle on fear the worth of memories

HUNTER SHOT HIMSELF in the head at Owl Farm. I don't remember what time of day it was or who told me, just the old leather chair I was sitting in when I heard the news.

Bono had grown up in a lower-class neighborhood with a "constant sense that violence was around the corner." His mother and grandfather died within days of each other, and he and his brother were raised by his father, "a house of men, and all that goes with that.

With Janis, there was a lot of hurt.

A masterbard's given duty was to ease the hearts of the bereaved.

The overall picture for Easter is the most extreme example of forest destruction in the Pacific, and among the most extreme in the world: the whole forest gone, and all of its tree species extinct. Immediate consequences for the islanders were losses of raw materials, losses of wild-caught foods, and decreased crop yields.

Zo is het gegaan met de Indiaanse bevolking van San Nicolas-eiland, voor de kust van Los Angeles, die uiteindelijk werd gereduceerd tot één enkele vrouw die in volstrekte afzondering nog 18 jaar leefde.[...] Brachten de laatste inwoners van Henderson veel tijd door op het strand, generatie na generatie starend over zee in hoop de kano's te zien die nooit meer kwamen, totdat zelfs de herinnering aan hoe een kano eruitzag was vervaagd?

When she died of lung cancer a few years later, it felt like a malicious cosmic joke. When Grandpa married Margaret the fundamentalist Christian, that was the punch line.

I was glad to see I had only witnessed Dad's death and not the end of his life, as the two I learned are barely related at all.

She and I had not exchanged an intelligent word since we first met five hours before, and the reason was readily explained: Mrs Tiffen was dead, and had been for several years.

Though his death would not fill me with any sense of sadness, I would probably feel the loss. Even enemies are part of one.

I had learned from my own father's death many years ago that the end of one's life and dying are two very different things indeed, and took solace in that.

Pero cuando Miralles muera —pensé—, sus amigos también morirán del todo, porque no habría nadie que se acuerde de ellos para que no mueran.

We lose everything because everything remains except us. And therefore any form of posterity may be an affront, and perhaps any memory, as well.

I like to think of this cemetery as a meditation garden now, a place where people can spend a few hours figuring out how to deal with loss," Ron said. "It usually takes a while to learn how to say goodbye.

A thing which has lost its idea is like the man who has lost his shadow, and it must either fall under the sway of madness or perish.

Something escapes us, and we are escaping from ourselves, or losing ourselves, as part of an irreversible process; we have now passed some point of no return, the point where the contradictoriness of things ended, and we find ourselves, still alive, in a universe of non-contradiction, of enthusiasm, of ecstasy - of stupor in the face of a process which, for all its irreversibility, is bereft of meaning.

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