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Quotes About Loss

Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
~ William Shakespeare
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
~ William Shakespeare
Ready to go but never to return.
~ William Shakespeare
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
~ William Shakespeare
Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.
~ William Shakespeare
Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
~ William Shakespeare
O,come,be buried A second time within these arms (They embrace)
~ William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
~ William Shakespeare
And my poor fool is hanged. No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life And thou no breath at all? O thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never.
~ William Shakespeare
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
~ William Shakespeare
Lady Macduff: [To her son] Sirrah, your father's dead: And What will you do now? How will you live? Son: As birds do, mother. Lady Macduff: What, with worms and flies? Son: With what I get, I mean. and so do they
~ William Shakespeare
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
~ William Shakespeare
So farewell to the little good you bear me Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
~ William Shakespeare
I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave. Thus losers part.
~ William Shakespeare
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.
~ William Shakespeare
Non si apprezza il valore di quel che abbiamo mentre ne godiamo, ma appena lo perdiamo e ci manca, lo sopravvalutiamo, e gli troviamo il pregio che il possesso rendeva invisibile, fino a che era nostro.
~ William Shakespeare
Sí. ¿Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? ROMEO No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.
~ William Shakespeare
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compar'd with loss of thee will not seem so.
~ William Shakespeare
CAPULET: Ready to go, but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
~ William Shakespeare
Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion; For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? O, in this love, you love your child so ill, That you run mad, seeing that she is well: She's not well married that lives married long; But she's best married that dies married young.
~ William Shakespeare
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
~ William Shakespeare
Jangan meminjam, jangan pula meminjamkan, Karena baik uang yang dipinjamkan mau pun sahabat, kedua-duanya akan hilang. Lagi pula meminjam menumpulkan rasa hemat.
~ William Shakespeare
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
~ William Shakespeare
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
~ William Shakespeare