Quotes About Loss

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath? Yes; but not this alone.

Pity! The southerly trees have shed their leaves. Nobody comes to appreciate the mountain's beauty. Tomorrow I too will float away. My reflection gone from cool streams.

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!

For such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend.

I thought that beauty alone would satisfy, but the soul is gone. I can't bear those empty, staring eyes.

Unless action is taken soon - unless we can display the same vision of that earlier period - we will lose the treasure of California's open space and environmental beauty.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone

The best artists are gone now.

My best friend ran away with my wife, and let me tell you, I miss him.

Sometimes the best gain is to lose.

Actually, my worst nightmare is losing my best friend, as I imagine most people's are.

Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

When I turned 18, I lost my best friend to a car accident.

My mother's death brought me to my knees. She was my hero, my role model, my very best friend. I spoke to her every single day of my life. I really tried hard when I grew up to make her proud of me.

My mom worked as a pharmacist, but she is one of the best storytellers I know. My sister is a gospel and opera singer and my brother, who passed away, was a writer.

Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?

Death smells like birthday cake.

Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.

Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.Visiting Kathy's grave was the less dramatic of the two.