Quotes About Loss

It's funny. You love something and one day it's suddenly gone or changed or lost forever. But somehow that doesn't stop your loving. Maybe that's how you know it's the real thing.

And it felt like every time I turned around, somebody was either dying or walking out.

Er det virkelig slik, fortsatt han for seg selv, at livet dreier seg om å miste glede, at det er en reise som starter i hemningsløs og skingrene lykke, og for hver erfaring man får, så erstattes den av en refleksjon, og dermed forminskes den helt til man sitter der, tømt for all glede, kun bebodd av...tanker?

When it's all said and done we will lose a piece to a carnivorous vegetarian.

I said she's gone but I'm alive, I'm alive I'm coming in the graveyard to sing you to sleep now

The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

The Groke looked at the hat. Then she looked at Thingumy and Bob. Then she looked at the hat again. You could see that she was thinking with all her might. Then suddenly she snatched the hat and, without a word, slithered like ann icy grey shadow into the forest. It was the last time she was seen in the Valley of the Moomins, and the last they saw of the Hobgoblin's Hat, too. At once the colors became warmer again and the garden was filled with the sounds and scents of summer.

That's strange, Grandmother thought. I can't describe things any more. I can't find the words, or maybe it's just that I'm not trying hard enough. It was such a long time ago. No one here was even born. And unless I tell it because I want to, it's as if it never happened; it gets closed off and then it's lost.

Jäärouva kumarsi kauniit kasvonsa oravan puoleen ja raaputti sitä korvan takaa hajamielisenä. Orava katsoi lumoutuneena häneen, suoraan hänen kylmiin, sinisiin silmiinsä. Jäärouva hymyili ja jatkoi matkaaansa. Mutta hänen askeltensa jäljillä makasi orava jäykkänä ja kylmänä, pienet jalat ilmassa. - Nyt kävi huonosti, sanoi Tuu-tikki kipakasti ja veti lakin korvilleen.

child to lose her mother and brother, as you

day. You lost your man and

To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.

There followed a time when everything was dull. The things that had meant something lost importance, though they were still there, like bruises on the body that fade to hard lumps under the skin.

She stood to lose far too much if she gave this little attraction any freedom to grow.

The Weather In Space Is God being pure force? The wind Or what commands it? When our lives slow And we can hold all that we love, it sprawls In our laps like a gangly doll. When the storm Kicks up and nothing is ours, we go chasing After all we're certain to lose, so alive --- Faces radiant with panic.

It used to be, you'd open your mouth And the weather changed. You'd Open your mouth and the sky'd spill That dry, missing-someone kind of rain No matter the season. And it hurt Like a guitar hurts under the right hands. Like a good strong spell. Now You're all song. Body gone to memory. And guess what? It hurts Harder.

And what would we do, you and I, if we could know for sure That someone was there squinting through the dust, Saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only To be wanted back badly enough?

So why do we insist He has vanished, that death ran off with our Everything worth having? Why not that he was Swimming only through this life--his slow, Graceful crawl, shoulders rippling, Legs slicing away at the waves, gliding Further into what life itself denies? He is only gone so far as we can tell. Though When I try, I see the white cloud of his hair In the distance like an eternity.

Is God being or pure force? The wind Or what commands it? When our lives slow And we can hold all that we love, it sprawls In our laps like a gangly doll. When the storm Kicks up and nothing is ours, we go chasing After all we're certain to lose, so alive— Faces radiant with panic.

Somewhere in every life there is a line. One side to the other and you are gone. Not disappeared, but undone.

We wept to be reminded of such color.

BARBARA: Even if things don't work out with you and Marsha. BILL: Cindy. BARBARA: Cindy. BILL: Right. Even if things don't work out. BARBARA: And I'm never really going to understand why, am I? (Bill struggles . . . it seems as if he might say something more, but then:) BILL: Probably not. (Silence. Bill heads for the door. Barbara watches him go and sobs.) BARBARA: I love you . . . I love you . . . (He stands for a moment, his back to her. He exits. Barbara stands, alone.)

You know, I've buried so many of my friends, I got callouses on my hands from carrying caskets. Folks my age, or who would be my age. It's tough, sometimes, just not to find people you can sit with, talk to.