Quotes About Loss

La luce della cabina si spense. A bordo, l'odore di pesce e salsedine si fece più intenso. Nel buio, scaldato dal tepore del corpo del ragazzo, diedi libero sfogo alle lacrime. La mia mente era ormai acqua limpida che scivolava via goccia a goccia, mentre a me restava solo il dolce piacere di ciò che finisce e non lascia più nulla.

Siempre recordaré que estuve en tus brazos frente a una antigua sepultura, en una mañana como ésta. Es muy extraño que una tumba cree un recuerdo.

As death approaches, memory erodes. Recent memories are the first to succumb. Death works its way backward until it reaches memory's earliest beginnings. Then memory flares up for an instant, just like a flame about to go out. That is the 'prayer in the mother tongue.' -from A Prayer in the Mother Tongue

Eguchi, now sixty-seven, had lost many friends and relations, but the memory of the girl was still young. Reduced now to three details, the baby's white cap and the cleanness of the secret place and the blood on the breast, it was still clear and fresh.

He could not call up the faces of his own mother and father, who had died three or four years before. He would look at a picture, and there they would be. Perhaps people were progressively harder to paint in the mind as they were near one, loved by one. Perhaps clear memories came easily in proportion as they were ugly.

After you left me I had a bloodhound sniff at my chest and my belly. Let it fill its nostrils and set out to find you. I hope it will find you and rip your lover's balls to shreds and bite off his cock— or at least bring me one of your stockings between its teeth.

The echo of a great love is like the echo of a huge dog's barking in an empty Jerusalem house marked for demolition.

I saw that nothing was permanent. You don't want to possess anything that is dear to you because you might lose it

I feel sad that he's just a voice now.

Printemps qui s'en va La beauté Me trahit

I wonder what sound a breaking heart makes?

She lost God so smoothly and painlessly she had to wonder what she'd ever meant by the word.

American houses...' she said, peering over her right shoulder and down the street. 'They always seem to believe that nobody ever loses anything, has lost anything. I find that very sad. Do you know what I mean?

For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt—something is gained but something is lost.

I couldn't imagine her leaving this world without ripping its fabric.

Maybe nothing that happens upon stolen ground can expect a happy ending.

Either everything is sacred or nothing is. And if he starts burning other people's things, then he loses something sacred also. Everyone gets what's coming, sooner or later.

This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love. ~ Archie Jones

It hurts just as much as it is worth.

Det är det som är en skilsmässa: man tar saker man inte längre vill ha från människor man inte längre älskar.

But as midnight inevitably came and went without the horsemen of the apocalypse making an appearance, Clara surprised herself by falling into a melancholy. For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt—something is gained but something is lost.

In that huge game of musical chairs, I turned round one day and found I had no place to sit. At a loss, I became a Goth—it was where people who had nowhere else to go ended up.

This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from the people you no longer love.

It was his fourth trip to the attic in so many days, ferrying out the odds and ends of a marriage to his new flat, and the Hoover was amongst the very last items he reclaimed – one of the most broken things, most ugly things, the things you demand out of sheer bloody-mindedness because you have lost the house. This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love