Quotes About Loss

Dissipation is actually much worse than cataclysm.

My mom passed away a day before high school started, and her dream was for me to be a full rock and roll guy, and play drums in a band.

My mom died when I was 16. I had a rough childhood, you know what I mean, but it made me strong.

let you down let you go let you die

The young woman stood on the deck of the log cabin, looking into the tear-filled eyes of the man she loved. The normal mixture of mischievous charm and boyish confidence was gone. In its place lay emptiness and defeat. All because of her.

In his mind's eye, he saw his dream of a new life drifting away like a lost balloon. And for some time he sat there, hating to see it go. But then it was gone, and he began to invent a new dream, and he began to feel better.

The missing aren't missing, they're only departed

Poor Kate," said Constance, "she's lost her marbles.

Well, I write a lot of poetry - that's where it usually all starts. I definitely want to show you guys sides of me - love, loss, heartbreak - all of that good stuff!

La muerte era eso: no ver más a alguien. O no haber visto nunca a alguien.

Your brother kills you." Fett hopped tpo his feet as lightly as any unarmoured jedi apprentice, the n added," Some things are worsse thean death. I know that better than anyone, except maybe Sintas-and Han Solo. Send your father my sympathies.

And Jaina hears him whispering to her in her dreams, telling her that no one you love ever really has to die--if you don't want them to...All you have to do is hold a place for them in your heart.

Does your heart keep swelling to make room for all the loves you have through life, until it swells so big it bursts, and you die?

Cancellare il passato è un'offesa alla memoria di chi ha sofferto e all'immensa moltitudine che non è sopravvissuta.

Akkarin: I watched the first woman I loved die. I dont think I can survive losing the second. Sonea: I love you too.

What we gave, we have; What we spent, we had; What we left, we lost.

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another -- too often ending in the loss of both.

She disciplined her memory to give up counting her losses. She gave her suffering one name: exile.

Home, to me, was any place by my mother's side. Since my mother's death, the idea of home has assumed many forms. I use the word loosely to refer to India, Nepal and even Tibet when I am in San Francisco. Home is a place that is always imminent but never present. Or maybe it is the very opposite, maybe I am at ease whenever I am and the feeling of not belonging to any one place is a condition of being at home.

They carry their past in them as though safekeeping it for someone else. Very often they look at me and say, poor thing. They say I have lost a mother and am alone in the world. They feel compassion for me, for a loss that comes to all; they disregard their own extraordinary suffering.

As a child I experienced loss for what I felt was withheld from me: the delicious milk, the mountains of flowers I could not roll in, the cousins I could not play with, a beautiful house on a plateau. As the years grew with me, I became aware of absences that impacted me directly and indirectly: the loss of place, of stories, of family and of citizenship.

This land makes me believe anything is possible. Here lies a gift unraveled as was meant to be: within its many folds are men, beasts, insects and grass. The green goes on and on in relentless beauty. As I look at the land I am heartbroken thinking of the future when I will not be here and when this place, too, will be something else.

When working with an outer demon attached to a relationship, it can be helpful to imagine feeding the other person as well as feeding the demon created by our reaction to that person. When I fed my demon of fear of losing my son as part of my divorce, I also fed an imagined form of my husband.