Quotes About Loss

Why is man alone subject to becoming an imbecile? Is it not that he thereby returns to his primitive state, and that, while the animal which has acquired nothing and which also has nothing to lose, always retains its instinct, man, in losing through old age or other accidents all that his perfectibility has enabled him to acquire, thus falls even lower than the animal itself?

pero no ha dejado de quererme sino al dejar de existir; nuestra amistad sólo ha terminado con su vida.

Il fut mis dans une maison de charité, où l'âge et le regret de se voir loin de sa famille le mirent au tombeau presque en arrivant.

If I could have seen her just once again I should have been content to die at that moment.

down the stone steps to the windswept beach, her raven tresses flowing out behind her. She scanned the empty sands, and when she saw no sign of Blaine, a great cry of anguish escaped her lips. She could not live without him! She would sooner die!

She found her very pale and very still, all the life gone out of her.

I first noticed I was missing on a Thursday.

The reason I want to remember this is because I know we'll never be able to do it again.

Any little girl whose mama disappears will always have a hole in her heart that nothing will ever completely fill.

Adopted children are self-invented because we have to be; there is an absence, a void, a question mark at the very beginning of our lives. A crucial part of our story is gone, and violently, like a bomb in the womb

Sentía a menudo ese vacío, ese mismo malestar. Sobre todo cuando, después de haber desenterrado a todos esos muertos, tomaba plena conciencia de mi soledad.

In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.

I've lived the life of a man without teeth, he thought about it. A life of a man without teeth. I've never bitten, I've been waiting, keeping myself for later - and now I've just ascertained that I don't have teeth anymore.

My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.

But this richness was lost in confusion and finally was no more because it was too much.

I mean, I don't want to sound - of course it's very nice, people come up and say appreciative things about my work. But the loss, in terms of privacy and anonymity, is no small thing to me.

You see, my mother was a district nurse until she died when I was 14, and we used to move from time to time because of her work.

It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.

I feel more influenced in my own work by dreams than I do by other writers' works in a way. Or by popular culture, movies - what else is there to write about than love and loss?

It was too much work to remember things you might not have again, and so one by one they opened up their hands and let them go.

From its first startling image, Orhans Inheritance will seep under your skin and leave an indelible mark upon your heart. What lucky readers we are to inherit Aline Ohanesians gorgeous work.

By the end of the 50s, everything began to collapse and, little by little, I lost all of my work. I lost Rex, the Wonder Dog and all the westerns.

I think we are in fact, losing free speech. We don't seem to care though. Many of us don't seem to notice. We will have to do a lot of work to bring back the American way to America.

Whenever any great song or album gets lost in the ether, someone is deprived of the joy of hearing it, and the great effort of those who created and recorded the work is damaged.