Quotes About Loss

Then Richard Parker, companion of my torment, awful, fierce thing that kept me alive, moved forward and disappeared forever from my life.

What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell.

If there is a change, it is usually for the lesser rather than the greater; many people seem to lose God along life's way.

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches.

The sad fact is that there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, as the unjust taking of a loved being.

That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day.

To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you.

many people seem to lose God along life's way.

His heart is expended that way, of loving the single, particular individual. He loved Clara with every fibre of his being, but now he has nothing left. Or rather, he has learned to live with her absence, and he has no wish to fill that absence; that would be like losing her a second time. Instead he would prefer to be kind to everyone, a less personal but broader love.

To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches.

The sad fact is there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, the unjust taking of a loved being. And even the luckiest of us will encounter at least one murder in our own lives: our own. It is our fate. We all live a murder mystery of which we are the victim.

You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it won't be for long.

Sá»± s?ng ??p ??n m?c cái ch?t Ä'ã ph?i lòng nó

Right away, death is word-eating.

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It

We are all born like Catholics, aren't we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God? After that meeting the matter ends for most of us. If there is a change, it is usually for the lesser rather than the greater; many people seem to lose God along life's way.

The sad fact is that there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, as the unjust taking of a loved being. And even the luckiest of us will encounter at least one murder in our lives: our own. It is our fate. We all live a murder mystery of which we are the victim.

We loved our son like the sea loves an island, always surrounding him with our arms, always touching him and crashing upon his shore with our care and concern. When he was gone, the sea had only itself to contemplate.

The penalty for getting mugged in an American city and losing your ID is that you can't fly home.

But your book is wrong, Mrs. Strunk, says George, when it tells you that Jim is the substitute I found for a real son, a real kid brother, a real husband, a real wife. Jim wasn't a substitute for anything. And there is no substitute for Jim, if you'll forgive my saying so, anywhere.

To those children of the officers who are eradicated, your parent was not the individual you thought they were. As you get older,you will see the evidence that your parent was a tyrant who loss their ethos and instead followed the path of moral corruptness

When your family members die, they just see you as extra overtime at a crime scene and at a perimeter.

Why would you shed a tear for them when they in return crack a smile for your loss because of the impending extra money they will receive in their next paycheck for sitting at your loved ones crime scene of 6 hours because of the overtime they will accrue.

Moments like these absolve the needs dividing men. Whatever caught and brought and kept them here Under Troy's Wall for ten burnt years Is lost: and for a while they join a terrible equality, Are virtuous, self-sacrificing, free; And so insidious is this liberty That those surviving it will bear An even greater servitude to its root: Believing they were whole, while they were brave; That they were rich, because their loot was great, That war was meaningful, because they lost their friends.