Quotes About Loss

Killing another human being is not something you get used to. It takes away their life and subtracts something from your own, a fine layer of your humanity.

Many lives have been lost for the past 52 weeks and people are still grieving. We may not be heard everywhere but we can spend 52 seconds to whisper a short prayer in the air for the lost souls.

An elementary pupil was asked by the teacher what to give her mother on Mothers' Day. She said, My name... because my mother never saw or knew me after giving birth to me.

Losing in any game is not gambling, but losing yourself is.

There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing. I cut a line and my losses, and I light a cigarette.

Its a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take away everything he's got and everything he's ever gonna have.

It's a hell of a thing; killin' a man. You take away everything he ever had and ever would have.

All I know is that now my little bird has nothing, except what appears to be a comfortable spot to begin his inevitable return to unconstrained atoms, some of which may float to the sky, or in my window.

It's only when you've lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase "It's a small world". It isn't. It's a vast, devouring world, especially if you're alone.

A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.

Time is a thief. It steals our memory, our hopes, and our strength, leaving only the sense there's never enough of it.

and the main reason he was so easily forgotten is that a Gestapo officer blew his brains out.

This is the thing, I think often, that never occurs to you when you consider what it would be like to lose someone you love. That you would miss not just the flowers and kisses, but the totality of the experience. You miss the failures and little evils with as much desperation as you miss being held in the middle of the night.

Nothing can save us. All this sweetness dies and rots.

It is the image in the mind that links us to our lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers, weaves the garland.

Their eyes seemed to see another life—a life that was losing clarity and focus. And those beasts that had been there the longest could see only wire mesh and concrete. All memories of the past had drained from them. They sat on their logs and their rocks, their heads slowly scrolling left and right like dementia patients, mesmerized by the passing visitors but not at all interested in

A man is little use when his wife's a widow. - Scottish Proverb

A man is little use when his wife's a widow. Scottish proverb

Primejdie! Ne b?l?cim cu toÈ›ii în bezna morÈ›ii, în ea dispare mereu câte un cap...

She wasted and grew so thin that she no longer was a little girl, but the shadow of a little girl. The flame of her life flickered so faintly that it appeared sufficient to blow at it to extinguish it. Stas understood that death did not have to wait for a third attack to take her and he expected it any day or any hour.

You can't go home again. Your childhood is lost. The friends of your youth are gone. Your present is slipping away from you. Nothing is ever the same.

Quando si perdono il senso dell'umorismo e il coraggio nello stesso momento, è segno che anche la partita è persa.

Zij zal nog leven als ik dood zal zijn, ze zal me misschien niet vergeten zijn als ik uit de voetnoten ben verdwenen.

Inmiddels is Luk bezig aan Ilse een verhaal te vertellen, over een kapper. Dat die dood is. 'En nog zo jong,' hoor ik Luk zeggen. 'Hoe oud was hij?' vraagt Ilse. 'Dat weet ik niet. Veertig. Tweeënveertig.' 'Zo jong nog?' 'Ja. Ik weet het niet. Drieënveertig misschien. Ik weet het echt niet precies hoe oud.