Quotes About Loss

It has been forever that people aspire towards liberty and rejoiced averytime they lost it. The mortals never loved with passion except those who handcuffed them . And whom they turn into myth? The executioners of their freedom

There certainly has remained with me the feeling that my identity is entirely illusory, and that by losing it, I have lost nothing, except something, except everything.

Este mesmo segundo desapareceu para sempre, perdeu-se na massa anónima do irrevogável. nunca mais regressará. Sofro e não sofro com isso. Tudo é único - e insignificante.

but before she can grasp hold of it, it floats away, like the seeds of a dandelion on the breeze, out of reach.

Le persone che amiamo possono esserci portate via in un battito di ciglia. All'improvviso. Senza nessun avvertimento.

Neyin var Arezki? Mutsuz görünüyorsun. Bir odam?z olsun istemedik mi? Var i?te. Yanyanay?z. Nedir seni üzen? Neyin eksik? -Evet do?ru görüyorsun. Bir ?eyim eksik. Sana bunu anlatamam. Dü? gücüm eksik. Gelece?i canland?ram?yorum gözümde. Dü?ler al?p ba?lar?n? gittiler, geri gelmiyorlar…

She felt like a part of her body had been ripped off. The fact that everyone didn't stare seemed absolutely impossible. How could a loss that big be that invisible?

She wanted to stop time and hold on to all of the memories, because the greatest injustice was that those memories would fade into sepia tones. Her brain wouldn't remember what her heart had seen. Not perfectly. Not in full color. He was gone, and soon time would rob her of what little she had left.

Who do you call when your husband dies and you're twenty-four years old, alone in Afghanistan? Who do you call when the only voice you want to hear no longer exists?

This water is cool and clean as anything I have ever tasted; it tastes of my father leaving, of him never having been there, of having nothing after he was gone.

So mancher Mann hat viel verloren, nur weil er eine perfekte Gelegenheit verpasst hat, nichts zu sagen.

It would be the easiest thing in the world to lose everything.

Therese looked in vain, even for the dangling string. "Why did you do it?" Her voice was shrill with tears. "It was such a beautiful kite!" "It's only a kite!" Richard repeated. "I can make another kite!

Nothing is more painful than to wander in the world without the one you love.

began an online support page, SilentGrief.com

When silentgrief.com quickly grew to a readership in the thousands, I knew there needed to be extra support. So I formed an online Facebook support group: Silent Grief – Child Loss Support. Thousands of bereaved parents and grandparents from around the world now visit daily seeking and receiving help and support.

Yes, that was the unbearable thing: having to go on, after your life has been ripped apart, while you struggle to understand how in a split second the whole world has unbelievably changed.

And we know there has been horrendous loss of life and suffering and we know that there is anger. Anyone who came anywhere near the general election in constituencies with a substantial Muslim population knows that.

Depersonalization like the deposing of useless individuality— the loss of everything that can be lost, while still being. To take away from yourself little by little, with an effort so attentive that no pain is felt, to take away from yourself like one who gets free of her own skim, her own characteristics. Everything that characterizes me is just the way I am most easily viewed by others and end up being superficially recognizable to myself.

Obsessed with the desire to be happy I lost my life. I moved with the tension of a bow and arrow in an unreality of desires.

I'm so frightened that I shall be able to accept the notion that I have lost myself only if I imagine that someone is holding my hand.

If she was no longer herself that meant a loss that counted as a gain.

It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep.

que os mortos me ajudem a suportar o quase insuportável, já que de nada me valem os vivos.